I am a black hole,
and so is she.
Dark Matter...
It separates us.
We are in a sea.
A sea of darkness.
I cannot reach her,
and she can't reach me.
This sea of darkness.
This Dark Matter.
It pulls us apart,
and we get further...
and further...
away from each other.
I struggle against this invisible force,
aching to let her know
how I feel about her.
But I can't get any closer,
even though I want to.
Because my heart doesn't want to be hurt.
It doesn't want to be shattered.
So I put a wall up.
A wall I call Dark Matter.
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Lost Thoughts
PoetryThis is a poetry book I'm working on at the moment. I'm planning on publishing it once it has about 100 poems in it minimum. I hope you enjoy!