planetary disillusionment
the notion that we are
stationary
it all revolves around us
as if we are any more than
a teardrop on a timeline
a bruise on a spine
the universe
sixteen years my lover
has ****** everyone I've ever known
yet still I let her touch me
convince me
that I matter
because if I don't
if I deny the touch I don't want
never wanted in the first place
then the black hole
in my chest will devour me
so I stay in my orbit
planetary disillusionment