Stranger

[rixorama]

I look at your face and feel nothing,
     at your eyes and see nothing.
I look at your lips and have no memory,
     no image of them touching my own.
I look right through you
     and feel no longing, no pain.
     Nothing.

Or so it seems.
I pretend, but I can't anymore.

I wish you were a stranger
     so I can finally end my act.

I wish you were a stanger, someone I never knew
     so that I can look at you and not wish you'd die
     so that I can hear your name and not want to cry.

I wish you were a stranger about whom I didn't care
     so that thoughts of you will never bother me again
     so that I can give my heart to someone and love again.