Endorphins

Starting to think that love isn’t real Something we say, not something we feel Frivolous rhymes soften the blow. A ruse evoked by the brain, Chemical explosions alter and addict. Life forces fuse like hot metal, But cool so fast they become brittle Tolerance builds, chemicals fade, and the war begins Perpetual battles for small doses, proving our love true For some, the doses are enough Anniversaries with digits next to decades Others see error in choice, but crave the full effect. Why do my chemicals always remain? Maybe my brain is broken like it is with booze. The cryptic off-switch eludes my fragile heart Maybe love is real, and it only exists in the broken. I know what you must think. What if it’s you? Does toxicity spew from my pours? Am I the retardant for chemicals adored? The answers compete with love’s lack of existence. So now I dwell in my new home, Between rocks and hard places, Grasping hope with sad faces