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You trapped me in the fume hood Acetic anhydride and pent up rage Bloody lab coat Broken lab goggles Bleeding lab notebook His cologne almost eating me alive But he’s not in a rush to consume me He tries to max out the percent error of us He’s trying to put caution tape around the crime scene Breaking the glassware reflecting the nights our bodies stirred chemicals together The solution boiling over because you got caught up in the gossip of us Sucking me into a vacuum appara

you don’t know why I’m sad That he sent in a troop full of lies to swarm my reputation Will you still kiss me like that if you know the truth? All the missles I used to send his way How it turns me on when he obsesses over me Can you handle me and my war plans? Not just a commander in the bedroom How he makes me sick with the black plague Hallucinating images of the night his laugh created boils

You always choose a new handler when the old one burns out Need that hit so bad you triangulate lies about me Sending a flare up Leaking the documents You’re a sinking ship trying to take me down with you

massacre of her reputation because you can’t take accountability Gets off to her crying over her coffee again Playing tic tac toe which with her traumas How many wooden stakes are you going to use before you realize she’s immortal?

Ignoring my diamond eyes when she’s in the room Torments laced with mint green flavor You can already hear the dissonance of an entanglement An ostinato of the despair of you never leaving her You quiet the sirens in my mind while you drink the bleach of a life that you don’t even want

We almost kissed and then I saw his car drive by Saw carbon copies of your model on the highway home too Maybe it’s just a London dispersion force

I like to lick the salted rim of grief over and over again Sometimes it’s better when my lips are cut from kissing you

I drew the halogenation of benzene on your car The steric hindrance of him still on my mind His spatial arrangement preventing you from approaching my reactive site

Go complain to customer service Maybe they’ll recall our love affair

I hate that you’re nothing like him Not performative and cunning But he’s still scared I’ll still rip his angel wings off

I’m scared he’s going to send a smoke signal Batman without the money trap me in the vacuum apparatus that was us Finally out of the fume hood Let me kiss Robin He’s sweet but can’t protect me from the joker