Our molecules don't fit; not how I felt they should. You felt it too, silently as you pushed me to the curb. It's just a game, for a short while, a destructive past time to rearrange the molecular structure of both you and I. You take a drag and I take a swig, sharp grins plastered across our faces covering the hate we hold deep. I didn't want to say what I felt that day, never wanted to mention how you looked to me, slowly getting higher as I floated lower. So you struck first, and second, then I struck back, offended by the notion of being lesser. Our egos and dreams fought out, yelling until one of us heard the words slurred. As soon as we managed, the two of us laughing at the uselessness of it all. After all, we were made differently, our molecules don't fit.