He felt like nothingness.

The glass mug tossed outside a window.

Laid broken on the sidewalk.

Needing to be pieced together and filled for the first time.

He watched carefully for what the others like.

Imitating their every needs and desires.

Not expressing any of his own.

And when it was time to strike.

He was hollow of emotion.

With a heavy fist that crumpled anything in his path

Grinning while his cunning plans came into fruition.

I regret the day I fell for him and dread the day I left him.