I woke up this morning feeling out of the norm.
I could not fathom why this was as the day went on.
But sometime around midnight it all came back to me,
it was my most recent dreams. They sunk into me like knives through the heart.

I was on a rollercoaster, alone in a dark space, the neon lights clouding any incentive.
I closed my eyes in complete terror, and I watched our history speed by in the darkness.
Around and round I went, wondering why I had ever bothered.

And when it was all over, you were waiting outside.
You saw me, noticed my panic, and you fled without looking back.

There was a time nothing could tear us apart.
You were the opposite strip to a magnetic field, constantly pulling us together,
even when every piece of matter wanted us to part.
And I loved our connection, I loved the pull that would never let me go.

But when I opened my eyes, I knew. I was the one pulling.
I was the positive to the negative that became one neutral state.  

Even my subconscious sought to warn me of the anticipated destruction of our magnetic attraction.
And I wondered what possibility there would ever be that you could accept your polar opposite.

Yet I fear the next dream will simply show me the end of it.
I expect no outcome, I expect nothing at all.
For my life is dedicated to attracting a negative, something to become one.
And without you, I am nothing. Living without meaning, living without possibility.
Simply awaiting the next time my mind spins me in circles,
and brings me to my greatest fears, and also to the worst of them all.
Life without you. This is where I say goodbye, as the black hole takes me into bewilderment.