Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2016 21:56:20 GMT -5
E R O T O L O G Y
woe to romanticism,
because here we
shall not call s-e-x,
sex, for it is lovemaking
not simple indulgence in
the carnal pleasures
of the human body, especially
because it is much
easier with someone,
than without. why
believe in love as a
drug, because your brain
is definitely not on
crack and you are
definitely not just an
addict who desperately
needs reaffirmation of
your desirability to
somebody some way,
and dont you dare call it
narcissism, or selfishness,
even if a cheap love can
stimulate neurotransmitters
just like dopamine and serotonin
as does cocaine, so what?
i do not want you just
because you make me
feel high?! and so what if a
body needs a body, love
is not lust, can’t be
because that means
you won’t stay with
me. love is so much
more, love has to be
more than a panty
dropping infactuation
because love means
sweaty palms, every
thought, and how can
i bloody live without
you? just because
suppressing vasopressin
in prairie voles kills
their devotion does not
mean that my commitment
can be killed by
chemicals. i am not
an animal, and you are
my forever and always,
and i can goddamn make
love in pink roses, swooning
song, and bedroom origami
cranes, and whatever the
f--- you want, because i am
not screwing around
literally or metaphorically.
when i love you
i do.
poetry, not fanfiction because I'm staying pg-13. (๑ò︵ò๑)
sorry if it's wrong category. <_<
anywho, this was the first time i fell into the purity of platonic love,
far more mad than lust. the euphoria of these feelings cut the chords of my heart,
dissonance ensuing in a curt coldness. some nights I still contemplate regression
to my kinder, more compassionate self, for i think there is a beauty to naivety.