"Disconnected"

I've been screaming in empty houses
hoping their echoes sooth, and keep me warm.
The warnings I didn't heed, and
now my soul is being lost in the bounce.

Like molecules,
I'm atomic on basic levels.
I fight to keep the chaos underneath the surface
while acknowledging without it I'd have no nucleus.

I'm sure you've been counting on a spontaneous combustion.
Been counting on me to make illegal hydrogen bonds.
You hoped but never respected my attributes;
I'm an isotope.

One is a magic number.
You can never know how heavy I am
until you pronounce my name, and then
I change.

Your dialect can't handle
the annunciation that's me.
And just like that, we cease to be
connected.