And it begins...

And it begins, a cosmic mistake,
 of stars and worlds born from dust.
 
What was once nothing,
 now is nothing with meaning.
 
The nothingness created into something,
  by our zealous obsessed minds.
  
It gives me solace to know
  that your something means nothing.
 
A hint of jealousy from my nothingness,
 that doesn't want to feel alone.
 
So now as we dance with the already,
 I grieve the soon to be.
 
 As you smell the red of roses,
 I feel the thorns they carry.
 
 Without mourning stars,
 the sky would be dark.
 
 And without you by my side,
 I am truly nothing,
 for you are meaning in my world.