She was meant to be my supernova
I had crossed oceans of time to find her
Imagination playing with my heartstrings
Only to find the supernova collapsing
And a black hole emerging
No event horizon to be seem
Gravitational distortions
Leading me to question relativity
Just as Einstein might
She had misrepresented everything
A spiritual gangster with an empathic bypass
I am weightless and dreaming of cymatics
My silence...