fables of pheromones have me
searching for lust outside of
learning to love and
a genuine care for the
human race.

hearts left at bedside, as
normal love set aside
and frightened lovers
turned to a fresher side
of new conditions
and a newer rendition
of what we call love.

Soon you will see,
that it's not about you or me.

and that it's just like methamphetamine.

making your heart race by just
looking at her face, and an
expression of depth;
like getting away with theft
of a real love.