The answer is -
The universe,
Its origins unknown, and so the end
In its ever expanding conscious
With all its suns, and seas, and sand,
More than that.
My fear,
Dark and deep, unending abyss
Layers upon layers of broken trusts
Loves gone amiss,
More than that.
Your anger,
Red, then scarlet, then crimson
Blood pooling around my open wound
A battle against fission,
More than that.
But,
Apparently not enough.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
The answer is -
The universe,
Its origins unknown, and so the end
In its ever expanding conscious
With all its suns, and seas, and sand,
More than that.
My fear,
Dark and deep, unending abyss
Layers upon layers of broken trusts
Loves gone amiss,
More than that.
Your anger,
Red, then scarlet, then crimson
Blood pooling around my open wound
A battle against fission,
More than that.
But,
Apparently not enough.
Explanation: He once asked me "How much do you love me?".
