i once dated a scientist
who split my soul with a prism
just to analyze the full spectrum of colors
that made up my darkest corners. He
named the curve of my hips after
the paths of comets and found
more solace in the blackness of space
than he ever did when i had starlight
in my eyes. Once he calculated the time
it would take me to turn to dust and scatter
to the farthest corners of the universe but
never took into account the feeling
of being torn apart.