My Black Hole Poem by Valarie Paterson

People say
That you’ve made your own grave
So now you must lay in it

I started to dig one
About a year ago
And now that grave
Is not just a hole in the ground
But a pit
An ever growing black hole

I may have started this ever growing hole
But now I can’t stop
For only two things could stop this
One is time

But the other one
Is something I would never wish for
The only other way would be
For you
To hurt me
Break my heart

But even then
With a heart in two
I just might
Still care for you

That’s how deep
My love is for you
So now there is only one thing
Left to do
And that would be
To give this poem to you