First day of second semester
You helped me figure out my schedule.
I thought I was going to be completely lost.
Maybe you had forgotten about me over winter break.
Even though we kept texting all of it.
I thought maybe you didn't care enough to talk to me again in person.
We had the same chemistry class.
We sat on the first desk
Of the first row.
You sat next to me.
And the only thing I could think of doing was talk to you.
How do you do that?
Holy fuck.
Chemistry experiments became more fun when you would make fun of me for how I pronounced all the elements' names.
The stoichiometry was the most stressful for you.
It was the easiest one for me.
There was nothing I could do
The crush was too big to conceal.
No scientist could ever find a formula smart enough to measure the amount of attraction I felt
No periodic table could hold the amount of chemicals my brain produced when I saw you.
A Serotonin rush
A Serotonin overdose.
I still hate this town.
This school.
And I can't wait until it's my last day.
It's going to be a blast.
But, oh darling.
I will always look forward for my chemistry class.
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February Ashes
Poesía❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
