Radium (Ra)
(n.) a soft, shiny and silvery radioactive alkaline earth metal, formerly used as a source of radiation for radiotherapy.
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we were on a roller coaster, too late to realise the mistake
the tracks were too delicate to stand against the earthquake
sirens in my mind and your words echoed every Monday eve
but just like a migratory bird, you will come to me and leave
it's funny how I always return to this miserable state of mind
you were gradually killing my soul but I was just too blind
the more I healed, the more you wound me without a reason
didn't know what toxic was until I was overflowing with poison
I had frosted eyes and a hazy mind, so I took refuge in your arms
rainbows in my sight due to the tears you brought with your charms
in the darkest, cruellest nights, I assumed you to be my only firefly
but soon you left, taking away the saturated daylight from my grey sky
now, you'll be a free, sailing ship, and I'll be your safe harbour
at 7:33 a.m., you'll be the target and I'll be an incapable archer
your favourite season comes, and you left me under winter rains
it's too late to run, now you're flowing like radium in my veins
you held that beautiful smile and I held tears in my eyes
your fire-like skin kept me awake all night, drowning in your lies
turned me into a black hole, no form of sorrow left me unharmed
so before you stole my life with your radium, I was ultimately armed
the summer now flickers as nightmares whenever I sleep
bicycle rides, whole-hearted laughs, now they all make me weep
it's been nine months, but still, at 7:33 a.m., my universe is torn apart
you went quicker than you came, away from my house, from my heart
I screamed, "call those traitors, I'm prepared to bet against my sanity,
and let the heartbreakers in, now I have radium as my sole vanity."
we walked in the freezing storm, with your blurry image in my view
before you even had the chance, I ran away from my radium, from you
now, you're a confused soul because I am no longer your gravestone
and you're crawling on the cold ground because I am not your backbone
I've shed my skin, my blood and my naivety, and escaped your hurricanes
but still, every day at 7:33 a.m., I find you flowing like radium in my veins
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toxic people seem to be great until they leave their toxic imprints on us.
with tonnes of love,
SweetSimu.
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