all that lives

all that lives must die
and that is not sad but gut wrenching,
awfully dismantling of what it means to be alive;
even carving out the reasons why we even exist.
and to exist is to be able to experience joy and love and awe,
to experience it all, and nothing, to be able to choose it all.
and I choose you, even if some days I'd rather choose nothing
because nothingness it's what's familiar to me –
but it's love, it always will be,
what makes this pain worth bearing.