A Timely Poem

I wanted to dedicate the next fifty years of my life to you,

but you don’t even deserve a nanosecond .

I remember your arms would stretch out like a lawn chair

An invitation to feel the cool breeze of conversation

Now it's awkward heat waves and weathered smiles.

You are no longer my summer night looking at the stars

but a black hole piercing into my mind.

I’ve read somewhere that dying stars create black holes

I think I dyed your head with too much monogamy

I wasn’t prepared that your roots would show

Your words were like cotton candy melting into my mouth

Remnants of sticky sugared conversations

Drooping

down my jaw

leaving me with memories of sweet nothings

I am just too good for you

I can't stand that I became a bystander and lowered my standards

Now I complete me, and this scares you.

So you start to talk about forever, 

but we both know you’re so temporary.

Finding me meant losing you, 

I choose me.