My sweet nothing

Making something out of nothing
Often works too well
Or not at all
Hard to reach that non-attainable thing
That balance
That order
So beautiful
That I can no longer think
About anyone else
His calm look
When he has it worst of all of us
He represents a perfection
An order
The perfectionist in us all
So at the long nights
When you feel most lonely
I whisper these sweet nothings to my sweet nothing
And hold you close
Always