XIV. black hole

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I have never been much
but still I hand out
pieces of what's left
until there's a black hole
where my heart should be

I take so very little
from the ones I give most
I am left empty handed
while they swim in gold
but I smile and lie: "it's fine"

I'll stay poor and hungry
for a love I won't receive
until the hole in my chest
collapses my entire being
and deep aching emptiness
is all I've ever been

- September 20th, 2020

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