We declared ourselves as unofficially official and left it at that. No need for labels, just chemistry. So if I’m Radium, you’re Francium. Rare. Radioactive. Heavy. Unstable. You once told me that being with you meant being in danger, but little do you know that I’ll do anything to feel more alive. Because, Radium, in its glowing magnificence, devours life. I destroy everything I touch. Not at first, not with a bang. But when you’ll least expect it, when you think everything’s okay. So don’t ever tell me you’re too dangerous when I’ve kissed the life away from strangers lips. You’re just a troubled soul looking for a way out. And I won’t stop you from sticking stones in your pockets before going for a swim, I’ll be waiting at the bottom.