The oxygen you provided once is more like poison now, as you slit my throat with overbearing love, and the blood spills out. The doubts fill me throughout like carbon monoxide gas, as I have replaced you with another, join the ranks of the second class. Anthrax awareness alarmed me, as your nitrogen nude nuances neglected my reverie, forcing me to set you fluorine free. The chemicals between us ceased to exist in harmony, drastically decreasing the likelihood of the conception of progeny. Your arsenic, aciduous heart resulted in your reaching out to my lovers past in your time of need, future suitors will take heed, of your pathetic, and pitiful ignoble deeds. You claimed to be comprised of krypton, yet you were hardly a noble gas, you played make believe and had me convinced that you were less than a global ass. Chernobyl, and Hiroshima have recovered better than you, as you are now a no man's land, in a state of disrepair that is worse than the Roman ruins. Like titanium, you formed a coat of hatred around my reactive hydrogen heart, you claimed to be the gold I deserved, but I was only able to find lead once I tore you apart. Lithium salt leery, you were a terrible toy for my mental health, since you've been gone, I have appreciated in value, losing you had the greatest influence on my wealth. Bite your tungsten tongue the next time you feel the need to misinform others of the damage that you claimed that I have done, or prepare for karma and her cobalt crossbow to pour mercury directly into your lungs. Atomic bombs of annoyance were the final acts that set fire to my mind, the argon inside was not enough to reduce the feeling that I was confined. Chemical warfare love that we both received through sexually transmitted mail, endangered, not extinct, I refuse to become a victim like you, I will not let you be the wrong to my right whale. Brave tin soldier that I am, I proved resilient, and I have managed to survive. Your delinquent departure was welcome with open arms, I feel redeemed, and reborn, like radium, I have been revived.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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