Being with you
Is pain.
Being with you
Is love.
Being with you
Is like continuously falling.
Falling down a dark
Black hole.
Falling forever
Without hope.
Falling endlessly
Into a cold, dark place.
A place
Without life.
A place
With death.
A place
With absolutely nothing.
Nothing compares
To you.
Nothing compares
To us.
Nothing compares
To falling into such despair.
Despair over not
Being with you.
