If I trusted myself 

I would end communication.

If I trusted myself I would 

End the relationship -

The lack of relationship,

For what I am facing 

Is something so empty 

It sucks me in.

They are a black hole

Around which I rotate.

The singularity 

Spaghettifies my mind.

Daily, I've tried giving up my feelings, my soul,

To avoid what's on the other side.

 

I've felt my very self slip away,

Atom by atom,

To that infinitely deep pit.

I must collect what is left of myself

And escape its gravitation 

Before I lose grip.

 

They say that not even light escapes a black hole.