You’re just a blackhole. I fell in love with your false appearance and the stars you gave. I was pulled in by your gravity and illusion of your depth. But you weren’t deep enough to hold me, you were just a shallow grave. Nothing but an image bent and distorted I bent for you until I broke inside my own heart. I vow to never fall in love with a black hole again. But for you old friend if by some miracle you became a better universe, having experienced a tumultuous journey of choice and change to utilize all shifts in time, developing respect for creation and honor for our creator. You would still be the one I choose. Because out all of the paths in the galaxy, despite the combustion I survived and the death I arised, our universe was my favorite one.
Viva La Milliee 