Cortisol and oxytocin

The conversation rolls on like fields outside a car window

Sometimes, it's jagged like mountains, cutting between debates and interruptions

Other times, it shines like city lights, filled with sweet "mmhmm"s.

I'll talk your ear off if you let me.

It's weird

My head feels clear,

For once

All the free verse

Smooths out the curves

I guess

I've been treating it like a data analysis -
All the sweet talk is probably just
Memories gnarled.
I have form A, article 17, and reference from
Last weeks lab work -
I need to just let it come
naturally.

It's weird.

I feel like you know me so much more than most people do.

I don't share this stuff with anyone -

I'm not

personable,

as if me getting to pick and choose my flaws is justified

but at any rate -

how did you know that?

I feel like you see right through me.

"I see your heartbreak, and I feel your pain"

sigh, where am I going with this?

My days have been slathered in zesty
Sundried
Sauce
So much so, I think I'm pruning
-
What, with the tension headaches,
And this new thing called,
Opening-myself-up-to-others,
Hearing the recoiled,
"You're weird"
But bouncing with laughter.
I can't tell if it's good or bad yet.
Maybe it's neither.
Normal, not the one word
I would ascribe
But
Today, I wanted to create
Instead of letting the night unfold
Into misery
-
I thought of someone else today
And felt sad for them,
Not myself
And it was good

I don't want to sit in the car with you for hours
And pick through your brain;
I don't want to comb through my memories
And give you a piece of me

No

I want to **** you around and kiss you
Like I've been waiting my entire
Adulthood
To do this;
I want to hold you, and be next to you
And swim through the sheets
With your starry eyes
Staring up at me

Lights

cross into forbidden territory,
Years stretched into eternity before I knew:
I have never felt this way before