don't think I wouldn't care
when I don't talk to you
the way you'd like me to
don't think I am not hurt
when I don't cringe or cry
because I do care and yes, it bloody hurts
but we are separate spheres
orbiting separate suns
and so we have to be content
with the smallest of oscillations
keeping our hearts pulsing the way they do
well, do they?
are we?
is it?
I'm so sick & tired of these questions
and despite myself
I am constantly spinning on
but hey, has anyone ever asked a planet
if it is dizzy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem