say my heart so sore
i know it’ll stop maybe
maybe it won’t
heartbeat: a beating to remind me im alive
and living is pain

I thought of people like planets,

love, a star.

romance occurring in orbit.

while you thought of love like a galaxy merger,

colliding heavily into one,

losing memory of any previous orbit.

me; a rogue planet,

ejected and orbiting

the galaxy.

never gravitationally bound to any star.