Goddamnit Rutherford!

No one knows how the universe was created.

If we ever had a beginning,

Or would we ever end...

But there are two things I know, that science has proven:

Likes repel,

Opposites attract.

You and I, we were meant to be.

Well, at least I thought so.

You circled me like I was your sun,

And I mistook the must, for love.

You and I were bound to be together,

But not close to each other.

Just a little space in between, and thus I've always asked,

"Electron, won't you come a little closer?"

That damned love of mine had always stayed on his orbit (I called him a prude),

He'll sometimes move farther when he gets excited (which is kinda cute),

But he'll always come back.

Trust me, he always does.

Yet with the way he treated me as the moon treats the earth,

I turned a blind eye into everything, except you.

Why?

Why didn't you tell me that you were bad for me?

Why did you have to make me fall in love?

Why didn't you tell me that if we will collide,

We would explode in bursts of energy that I would've mistaken for passion?

Why didn't you tell me that if we touched, just a single touch,

Everything in the world would cease to exist?

And God damn you, Rutherford!

Discovering someone that I was supposed to be bound for life!

Why do I have to be with someone so neutral,

While I'm always left gazing at the one who was my destiny,

My dear electron.

Why can there be never a 'we'?