The universe spoke and with but
A single word
A hundred thousand suns
Went nova in
Madness,
Derangement,
Insanity
Had gripped these beacons
Of light,  
Where there was life abundant
Vaporised,
As this giver took what was given,
From light became frenzied
As it consumed upon its self,
Light,
Darkness,
Nothing ness
Was the awakening from
"This single spoken word"
Where it burned bright
It was a black all consuming
Entity,
Nothing would escape its hunger
For all that was
Was not,
And the universe got darker ,
The universe had spoken
E
T
R
N
I
T
Y
Is over,
What was, is not, and the givers now
Took what was given in rage,
They were the darkness the universe
Kept at bay,
But eternity was dyeing
And the solar systems
Were ripped a sunder,
For the universe had only spoken once
And the big bang came forth,
Its words back then
"Eternity lives"
And life flourished,
But nothing lasts forever
Not even eternity,
So the universe had spoken a truth,
But drove those celestial beings
To madness, for they would
Live,
Die,
Reborn
Was the circle, but now the circle crumbled
Death was awaiting them
In defiance
They
"Extinguished the light"
But this was just the beginning
As the word spread
Darkness,
Blossomed,
Spawning
The truth, this is when eternity dies,
Life was a flame now extinguished,
Now that eternity is dead
And the universe turned cold
  All was as it was before once again waiting for a **word..

I thought that saying goodbye,
would be the hardest thing to say to you.
And in a way it was,
but in another it wasn't.
It felt sad; it felt exhilarating.

I thought that love, all kinds,
meant giving you're all to someone.
But it doesn't, it means something more.
It means that you give them a piece
of yourself for them to cherish,
and they do the same.

But you can't give something away,
that doesn't exist.
I didn't understand at first,
but now I do.

I never loved myself,
I loved you.
I used to feel I would die
with joy from being around you.

And then I woke up one morning,
and I realized that I did die.

That the every miniscule piece of who I was,
had ceased to exist.
I realized that I was empty,
and always had been.

So instead of killing myself for your love,
I lived for my own.

And now I drive around,
listening to Tom Petty,
wearing red lipstick;
lips wrapped around the back half of a cigarette..

And I am so happy.

I feel free.
I feel like I can conquer anything,
because I escaped a painful death;
a death by you.

But then it was time to say "Hello again.."
and it was harder than goodbye.
It brang back the memories of sadness.
Of lonliness.
Of being afraid.

Then the moment passed...

*And I still feel free.