i am reading about black holes
and how they are a possibility to
explore another dimension
or to use them to travel in time.
but, all i can think about
is the black hole i call my heart.
i found God through a shooting star,
but what about now?
my eyes can see clearer than they ever could,
and i am scared to know that maybe
when i look into your eyes on Monday
that i wasn't ever in love with you.
i have never doubted in a day
that i have never loved you.
but, the thought is too much to bear now.
i saw the sun but couldnt see the pain
i was blinded by the hurt
and tortured by the pain
and dear, dear God,
i am so scared
because if it is all fiction then
i do not ever think
i will be able to forgive myself nor
the black hole i call my heart.