ADRENALINE RUSH

 

the automatic system initiates your 'flight or fight' response. external stimuli (amber eyes, alopsided smile) trigger the release of hormones(epinephrine,norepinephrine,estrogen)that mobilize my body to prepare for upcoming danger. (you)

It has been a year but my adernal glands are no more used to to you then they were when i was seventeen.

i am stuck in a teenager's body waiting for my heart rate to slow down,

waiting for my breath to return.

It has been years but you show up with child's amusement

amber-turned-gold, look-what-the-car-dragged- in eyes car playlist in hand, ready to disregard seven months of silence.

I was never good at keeping grudges.

other things i am not good at: sleeping.

 the city has kept me up since i was twelve and wide-eyed-innocent.

eight years later you fight a nighty battle each time i pray you'll succeed.

My mouth thinks different: It says your brain filters your cerebral spinal fluid during sleep.

You dont want Alzheimer's do you?(you cant,i need you around forever)

and so every night i stay up, plaque build-up, writing poetry.

i drown in clouds . you and your sinuses dont join me.

I try to compartmentalize the brain into something that makes more sense.

No more pink flushed cheeks, headrushed

No- that is simply adrenaline and not love.

this euphoria is simply dopamine and not a taste of eden.

i am probably not in love with you atall

actually, the hypothalamus is a fickle thing,

afterall.

 

the autonic system initiates your 'flight of fight' response. 

external stimuli (your hands, on mine) trigger the release of neurotransmitters(dopamine,serotonin) 

that leaves me in a cloud of euphoria.(the kind that makes me write the nonsense like this)

If love is a dance of harmones and synapses, i fell a long time ago.