Chem is stupid but hey look(ee)here it produced a ff.
Tess Tyler is acid (sour)
She is hot pink stilettos
Glittering mini-dresses
B.r.i.g.h.t. h.a.r.s.h. l.i.g.h.t.s.
Caitlyn Gellar is a base (bitter)
She is electric blue fishnets
Metallic skinny jeans
F.l.i.c.k.e.r.i.n.g. s.t.r.o.b.e. l.i.g.h.t.s.
When they're mixed
Their supposed to be n e u t r a l
(But there's nothing n e u t r a l about them)
They have no Switzerland
They're supposed to mix and combine
They clash and collide
So when the acidic words drip from her red lips
They're so s.o.u.r.
(They're so very Tess)
But she's not surprised
Because bitter girls expect the worse
(That's so very Caitlyn)
And Tess doesn't h.u.r.t. Caitlyn
She b r e a k s her
(With a acidic smile)
And Caitlyn doesn't d a m a g e Tess
She d.e.s.t.r.o.y.s. her
(With a bitter laugh)
But none of it h-h-hurts anymore
Because they're acid and base
They're sour and bitter
They're a t o m s splayed together
Pretty pictures of p.a.i.n. and r-e-g-r-e-t
And they hurt/break/damage/d.e.s.t.r.o.y.
Because it's the o n l y thing
Left to do.