my heart no longer pumps
it spins like the earth
except mine is hollow
a heavy shake and I feel the singe
of where you burned a hole
and I’ve been dripping since

as long as the earth goes
so too will my heart circle
a steady infinite hollowness
waiting for the past to change

maybe like a watermelon
i will sound right to someone
but really what would that serve?
another means nothing, so too does the past

maybe this was my big bang
the beauty of space comes from it’s emptiness
just there
i guess i’m just here
and my spinning weightless heart
serves a purpose just the same