A mere chemical reaction


Firing neurons respond to a stimulus.
Cleverly fooling our hearts into these fictitious connections;
Damned neurological fixations fading all else away
It’s really nothing more than a few chemical reactions.
Still, so many imprudently toss aside ambition, friends, and work to search—die
for the—the unnamable.
A feeling so controlling that it’s seems to be worth everything.
God, it must be— has to be—a reaction that’s merely chemical
Biologically designed to make one’s existence appear far less solitary.
Yet, as kisses, while close, become somehow not enough.
The urge—no, need—to feel your other consumes.
Traitorous thoughts have taken over and I’m left wondering:
Can it really be only a chemical reaction coursing through like a drug?

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