Combustion

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"I never thought of humans as chemical reactions
until the first time we kissed and I felt sparks,
knowing you must be a conductor,
and I was the charge,
and when I learnt about combustion in my science class,
I thought about the day I left you and
the way you seemed to fall apart,
all carbon dioxide and water,
and I thought that maybe if I was a little bit smarter,
I would have read ahead a few chapters and learnt
how to put you back together again,
but instead
I went off like an alarm, and I hid
behind the notion that maybe if I never
met your eyes I could avoid the fact
that I was the only toxic one
between the two of us,
and I can't help but notice you in the fragments of
the trees as they let out sighs of relief and
I wonder if you're thinking about me,
trying to see me in the corners of the streets,
knowing I'm homeless since I walked
out of your heart."
(k.p.k)

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