Nomad Chemistry

I failed to let someone know the truth, and I failed my mid-term chemistry exam. I guess they went hand in hand.Needless to say I dropped a heart, and I dropped the course.

In high school I failed chemistry

and I never realised that would be such a problem.

Every being filled with cosmic chemicals that chain react

To cause pain, to cause thirst, hunger.

To provoke.

 

In high school I failed chemistry.

I never understood how it could help me. To eventually heal me.

 

Love is a chemical.

A bond of hormones combined to trigger lust, desire and "happiness".

An emotional hurricane with a turmoil of reckoning.

So we decided to jump, but as we lifted our feet off the ground,

 I fell and you flew.

You took me dancing, dancing in a spinning room while the devil played his music box, eager to laugh at my dizziness on the come down.

 

In high school I failed chemistry,

So I didn’t understand the idea that a simple chemical reaction could lead to such a situation.

A childish gamble that lead to a casino royal gun fight

 

Typing chemistry into a search engine I begin to understand it`s a combination of reactions associated with two or more chemicals.

 

I have chemicals.

 

You have chemicals.

 

Both of us a compound, set to realise that what we had found was not a table open to any stomach that needed feeding.

You were familiar so I thought it would all be ok. You were like the scent from an old pine.

I pined for you.

But like always it gets cold in winter, and the pine needles begin to shed.

And eventually I was lost in translation; I was hay in a needle stack.

Every elevation of my chest as I breathe;

A sharp cold stainless steel quirk that I thought was able to make me sterile, cleanse me of sorts.

But I didn’t need baptising.

I needed redemption.

 

So I`m sorry.

I never passed chemistry.

And I will never understand how your cocktail of lust, desire and "happiness" did`nt cause the same reaction in me.

You laid out the fruits of love, and I swiped them off your table and fed them to beggars who had more use for them than me.

In high school I failed chemistry.

 But I never, ever failed me.

Reviews

[aine]

Woah. Some amazing lines here.