Our bodies, little universes colliding and revolving around one another in the only cycle we have ever known

And I... I have been a destroyer, crashing into the stars of others with reckless abandon, erasing pieces of them while leaving fragments of myself embedded within their hearts, black holes that slowly devoured everything in sight.

I was always searching, always seeking an emptiness that could fill my emptiness.

It is fitting, then, that I am dying now, from an entropic illness I never conceived of.

A simple, single moment is all it was, where I caught the gaze of another universe, one moment that sparked fire between us not unlike the inferno of our big bang birth.

I was lost to infinity, to oblivion.

But I do not mind.

Because she and I are merging now, our galaxies and planets and stars rejoicing, becoming part of something bigger than ourselves.

I am becoming one with another.

We are becoming whole.

I loved her once, right?
She was my sun, my universe in a constant state of rebirth
Marvelously violent was my passion, and her love a serene light
Perfect we were once
But I now question its worth
Her love for me grows with each day,
And my own for her becomes ever shrouded in darkness
Slipping slowly, quietly away
Into an abyss from where nothing returns
I grieve
Because one day nothing will be left of her heart, nothing but a beautiful mess
And I don't know how to stop myself from snuffing out her light