Worry not, I got my 6A*s
Then why am I crying?
Maybe it's because I know love isn't really chemistry,
It's not memorising facts and spewing them out again.
The elements won't react, and I'll still be unstable.
Maybe love isn't really like symmetry,
And even a perfect straight line can't make it real.
Cos, maybe it could simply be a sine.
Maybe because I know no amount of words will ever describe
The lack of emptiness that I could never feel.
A tick for language, and a cross (loss) for words.
I cannot love, and so I fail.
Time is running out,
The big clock ticking,
The sounds echoing my heartbeat.
Seconds ticking into
Minutes ticking into
Hours ticking into
Long, long
Months without a smile.
I could pass with flying colours.
I could get 15A*s
Go to oxford
Be a respected doctor
Though I know that surgery can never repair heartbreak.
Some wounds will never heal.
And as I stare at the small, sparkling marks on the paper.
The little streams of icing on the "A" cake,
Happiness soaring,
Joy is flying.
I realise that I'm still crying
Because
You're the only star I want.
And the only one I can never have.
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