Our existence depended on our mutual nothingness
Wordless whispers and pieces of our souls
exchanged on the tips of our tongues, between our mouths
Those things grew to define us.
We yearned and wanted and loved
because we saw no future, no hope, no end,
just like the way we began, where we first started–
when we had nothing,
and we lost ourselves to each other.
Entangled, we sought emptiness,
searing our hearts open,
letting out those mutilated memories
trying so hard
to mend our broken selves–
a mutual destruction of both,
a vacuum of forgiveness–
an immortality through death.