(Note - I wrote this from the point of view of an imaginary element located somewhere in the 8s orbital on the periodic table.)
I am an unstable isotope
I lose parts of myself for no reason at all.
Sometimes, I lose so much of myself that all of me that has been cast off becomes me again
A smaller me
A hidden me.
I long for a nuclear fusion
To bond so deeply with another that we are no longer he and me but us
One entity that is bigger and stronger than all of our nucleons combined.
It is not meant to be, for he is stable and stronger than all of the rest
An iron diamond amongst the bits of broken graphite scattered atop the lab notebook.
I break apart the moment there is pressure.
We are not meant to be.