Vacuity

It always revolves around me.

All I feel is empty, as if something is missing, as of something I never had had left me
It was probably something I never even knew existed until now when its blisted
On another plane of existence entirely opposite of me, it's always a she
It always seems to be a girl who never notices me and it revolves
Around me, always circling back to the antagonist thinking
That something isn't right and never able to absolve
The shameful thoughts of possible ecstasy
An imagination running wild can have
The thoughts always blissfully
Passing and going down
The vacuity an empty
Heart found
In me