chemistry

the universe plays

a game

to trick humans

into procreation.

we call it love.

the oxytocin

you breathed into me

was combustible matter,

breakable chemical bonds.

we call it connection.

the erosion of you

burned a hole in my chest,

you left my skin

in cinders.

we call it chemistry.

you spread through my veins

like parasites

feasting at my flesh

but i stayed.

i called it a symbiotic relationship.

my androgens

said it was my heart

so i closed my eyes

and listened.

i formed a hypothesis-

you loved me,

right?

to you i was just a failed experiment.