I don’t think there’s a day
that I don’t crave to be
the center of your world.
And how if nothing else went right,
it’d still be okay.
And how I hope more than anything,
you will feel the same pull to nothing,
to a black hole that will swallow us up,
turn us into intertwining matter,
and keep us safe amidst the entropy.

And it is now that I realize,
an escape would be out of the question.