My Event Horizon

 
My burning heart, my dying flame
My vanishing ecstasy.
Mistakes are there to be made and
I know the real you, loves me. Needs me.
More than you can tell me whilst we live
This synthetic dream. More than this
Subversive cycle.
Going round and round and round
In ever decreasing circles.
The bubble will soon burst. Or disappear,
To a point of nothingness,
You are my personal event horizon.
I need this moment, to reflect
On why my heart still aches.
Still longs for you.
Whilst your core is cold, unfeeling.
Filled with a poison that consumes you.
False friends, leave you cold,
You can't see past the veil
But I see through the smoke, and I know
This bitter pill could be much sweeter.
If you would, please,

Just let me love you.