my heart is hollow
it beats for no one
except itself
my heart is selfish
this I know
to continue beating
even when I beg
i beg it to stop
with every beat
more color stains the foiled heart
the red darkens
until it inevitably
overflows, overflowing
it cannot be contained
by something so small
until it falls to pieces
and all that room
is suddenly
more than enough
and my heart
becomes empty
once again