Post - it

Potential Explosion

Kill the part of you that makes you believe

That you can't live without someone else.

Shoot that albatross down.

Because you are pure acetic acid;

You are the electric sky -

Hear that static, the rush?

It is the potential lightning

Crackling in your bones.

You are magma, you are sulphur;

All you need is

A strike of phosphorus match.

Now do it, burn it down –

Explode.