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That night he reached for my hand My fingers corroded. Every nail of mine rusted over and began to crumble; But, I kept holding on and fought against all the chemicals in my body working against his touch. When he talked, I tried to keep up with simple conversation; However, every time I went to speak My lungs became oxidized. I would choke on every letter that managed to escape; But, I still said things I probably shouldn't. And as he kissed me, I felt my mouth Crystallize entirely. Snowflakes frosted my lips and my teeth hardened into quartz; But, I allowed it to happen over and over because He always "loved how my smile shined." When he was near, every atom in my body buzzed Pressed against my skin and bones. All protons, neutrons, and electrons collided against each other. Fighting to escape As if the cells that made me knew as explosion was near; But, I didn't listen because I thought chemistry was just about balancing equations.
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
There's A Science To My Last Heartbreak
That night he reached for my hand My fingers corroded. Every nail of mine rusted over and began to crumble; But, I kept holding on and fought against all the chemicals in my body working against his touch. When he talked, I tried to keep up with simple conversation; However, every time I went to speak My lungs became oxidized. I would choke on every letter that managed to escape; But, I still said things I probably shouldn't. And as he kissed me, I felt my mouth Crystallize entirely. Snowflakes frosted my lips and my teeth hardened into quartz; But, I allowed it to happen over and over because He always "loved how my smile shined." When he was near, every atom in my body buzzed Pressed against my skin and bones. All protons, neutrons, and electrons collided against each other. Fighting to escape As if the cells that made me knew as explosion was near; But, I didn't listen because I thought chemistry was just about balancing equations.
samantha-neal
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
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