Nomad ChemistryA Poem by Mollie EmeryI 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. © 2017 Mollie Emery |
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1 Review Added on November 1, 2017 Last Updated on November 11, 2017 Tags: love; romance;relationships;brea AuthorMollie EmeryCentral Coast, NSW, AustraliaAboutI am an Earthling that believes writing and reading is a paper plane, the ink the jet fuel that can take you wherever you want to go. more..Writing
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