i remember
the three times
i met death

she was
a blackhole
hiding behind
the face of
perfection

she seemed
so gentle
yet she caused
the stars
within me
to fall and
crash into
oblivion

yet i couldn't
help but
fall in love
with her

the first time
we met
i didn't have
a clue
who she was

a pretty face,
a girl
made of
stardust

she was
beautiful

and the suns
inside my                        
heart burned
my insides
                      
she caused it                            
and
i didn't mind

the second time
i met death
was when she
held my hand

my bones shook
and my chest
was filled with
a dying
supernova,
burning up
and taking
everything

my universe
had it's
first collapse    
                                                      
and i
didn't mind

the last time
i met death    
i knew i
truly
loved her

she took
my hand
and erased
the stars
from my
galaxy and
replaced them
with her
darkness

and my universe
was void
of any light,
of any life,
of anything

but herself

and i
didn't mind