So high off the idea of you
I let it consume me.
These thoughts about you
taunted my soul
and I allowed it
to swallow me whole.

So many happy chemicals course
through, the way water
and wine do
But my heart is better off without you.

Serotin, Depamine
in excess
I use them.
So strong.

I don't even need
Happy pills
To keep my taunting thoughts about you
running along.

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