Death by Dissolution (A Poem)

I want to melt. 

To become the honey in your chamomile, sweetener bees conjured that moves from substance to pleasure. Forget about me, just enjoy your tea. 

With the spray that experiences momentary identity in its splash off the bow and back into its source, let me merge. Continue on your vessel as the molecules that were me serve as your watercourse.  

Consume me like chocolate on the roof of your mouth that becomes your body when you swallow. Let me be the energy it offers you, then burn me through your next exertion. Make me a calorie.   

Regard me as the air in a bowl that shatters, for I was never truly a being unto myself. Then inhale me as oxygen.

But only once I feel seen. Wait until enough people love me. Stay your stunner until I have found myself through your admiration. 

Like a torch in broad daylight, point my shine at nothing in particular. But only after I had lit up the darkness. Showcase my redundancy after I have been needed. Remember me as ordinary once I have been special. 

Like sweat off the summer sidewalk, let me evaporate the instant my post garners enough likes. Repost me then delete me. Wait until enough colleagues appreciate my production, but ensure their messages are public, if you can. 

At the moment a leader I respect cites my ideas, explode me into countless bits like a dying star. Make me space-sand propelling outward forever. Wait until a person who's right tells me I’m right, then fire away.

Before the person who’s right tells me I’m wrong, insert your compliments like the final piece of the jigsaw puzzle that is me, then disassemble it. Disassemble me. 

I want to dissolve when I am loved for who I am. If not him, at least the character I have written for myself. I am nothing, of course, but pour me out into everything. 

Hurry, before I feel alone again.

Before I make another mistake.

Like me now so I can escape.