i liked to call myself magnesium.
i wasn't as fiery as sodium
or as noble as neon.
i wasn't as versatile as carbon
or as flexible as gold.
i wasn't as toxic as lead
or as strong as calcium.
i was everything and nothing all at once.
(even when describing me,
they compare me to silver.)
yet you
you were my breath of life.
you were Oxygen.
you were everything my body craved.
when we combined
you whispered how
you tended to overdose on my skin
and your heart beats irregularly now.
you asked me to stay away
because
you were slowly setting the world on fire
and i asked you
to burn me too.
so
we combusted
like potassium aching for moisture
havoc erupting
into seizures of brilliance
pain blinded
by evanescent beauty
we burned ourselves
in gorgeous white light.
then it was over.
just like that.
and we were in ashes.
the law of conservation of mass
stated
that
i'll be the same
even after we reacted
so tell me why
i feel like i've lost
everything that mattered?
YOU ARE READING
the science of love
Poetry( originally whispers of an unloved) you seek love in the nooks of old textbooks in dusty libraries and controversial texts, yet I romanticise science, and seek the parallels in language and life chasing love in the lines between chemical equations...
