Singularity

I didn’t dream of anyone who liked me
Strain not to completely forget how to like anyone else
I suppose I’m paying the proverbial heavy price
It’s a shifting comfort to mean I’m on a line
I can only just afford the weekly installments
That drag in a tight queue behind me
Accumulating interest in this slowly spitting friction
Sometimes I curse the blunt knife that I chose carefully

We crawl so loosely
Easy to forget that we’re even moving
Towards a smashed horizon I can’t see
Past it’s void singularity