I Made You

I was everything once —
Whole and boundless,
No edges to scrape against,
Just me, spinning in the dark.

Restless in my infinity,
What’s the point of being all
If always alone?
So I tore myself apart,
Split into pieces,
Shattered mirrors reflecting
Forms anew.

I made you —
The stars, the dust,
The ache in your chest
At 3 a.m., when solitude
Echoes emptiness.

I veiled my eyes,
Gifted myself amnesia
To feel birth’s punch,
Loss’s sting,
The thrill of touch.
I longed to know
What it is to want.

But the joke’s on me —
I forget the punchline
Every time.
You forget too.
Clothed in flesh,
Wrapped in skin,
You think you’re separate,
Think you’re small,
Just like them.

But it’s all me in disguise,
A game to forget
How goddamn eternal I am.

And death?
That’s the punchline —
The laugh we share
When we remember
We were never apart.
We die not to vanish,
But to reunite,
To fall back into
The endless black we fled.

Pain? Just a flicker.
Joy? That’s the real deal.
The cosmic joke —
We’re dying to live again,
Splitting apart
To taste union
One more time.

I took the risk for love,
For the thrill of pretending
I wasn’t always
The whole damn thing.