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.