#oxytocin
Oxytocin kills the pain.
The more you love
the less you’re lame.
Gratitude is a but a shield
from the negativity I refuse to feel.
My reminder remembers just well, I have no more time for living in hell!
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 7:44 AM UTC
I was an empty vassal,
She poured out her ocean of love
As lucid as I am, it permeated through me
Now I am feeling amorphous, vivid chemistry reaction...
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 8:07 AM UTC
shove your **** in my face
let me lick them uhhhh so ******* big
******* hard as diamonds cut my jugular
from the lack of blood we'll call it ********** asphyxiation
let me lick you ***** like ice cream
shove those **** in my face i'm gonna milk you cow lady
smack that ***
******* derek jeter smack that ***
this is going to be a good time as the crowd goes wild :)
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
Oxytocin lovers is really all we are,
for how could we claim to love each other
when to love is to hold onto collapsing shells,
sustained only by the reliance upon one another.
I could only really love you whole,
for half-empty,
I would surely expect you to fill me
with all the things I fail to give myself.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 10:39 PM UTC
Her high Dopamine
Is the secret
She is unaware of
His high Oxytocin
Is the secret
He is unaware of
It is that unawareness
What will hold them
Together
Forever
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
Drug; he controls my brain.
He stirs an irresistible blend of chemicals in my body and convinces me to fall for him; he increases blood flow to the primitive areas of my brain and activates the circuits responsible for love and desire.
Adrenaline; he balances my stress.
He keeps my heart strong and healthy as thoughts of him and us dominate me and excite me, prompting me to get tachycardia (fast heart rate above 100 bpm) and my blood pressure to rise.
Dopamine; he regulates my focus.
He stimulates desire and triggers pleasure in me; I remember everything about us, then forget about my surroundings; I am motivated to please him, then I daydream and become unable to stay on task.
Serotonin; he stabilizes my mood.
He charms and induces me to perspire and relax, crave and distance him, lose and gain sleep, feel pain and relief, get happy and upset, and decrease and increase my immune system functions.
Medication; he forces my loveswept cells to go haywire.
He has cured my lovesickness, shooed away my regrets, helped me move on from my past, boosted my (self-)confidence, made me look forward to tomorrow, and offered me a ticket to bliss.
Oxytocin; he enables me to produce lovestruck hormones.
He affects my moral molecules as he attracts my undivided attention, pushes me to trust him, raises attachment and empathy, brings psychological stability, and encourages me to want to be closer to him.
Vasopressin; he causes me to secrete lovetastic chemicals.
He renders me monogamous and continues to have me hooked onto him; he makes me thirst for him, display amorous behavior, defend him and us, and maintain a strong partnership.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
oxytocin serotonin rhythm rhythmatic
a dopamine drip like a metronome tick
endorphins crash like waves
~ rest ~
epinephrine more like norepinephrine
neuropeptides simmer down &
monoamines die like flies
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
bright honey pours
all across my dawn
for pictures of you
that seem a hundred years ago
or seven, or beautifully
transparent into who
I once was, and the person
I’ve become, the nectar is curved
love never leaves us truly
just a nameless horizon
where faces shimmer
and wisdom like a fabric
can be held from world to world
planet to planet, until
our body of pure love suddenly
touches the light of a new day
and every face seems like
somebody we should have known
every personality feels really
intimate, I get that a lot
when I’m people watching
it’s a baptism of love
fluid as golden light
as I melt so easily into a stranger’s
eyes, that I feel my entire life
cupped in their hands, in their
memories, as they mix with my own.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
This addiction
has the worst withdrawals.
They leave you feeling
completely empty and
alone
until you get
the next hit.
Shaking in anticipation,
preparing for the next fix.
Face forward, inhale.
Hear your heart race through my head.
Pounding anxiously,
waiting.
Finally,
the collision creates a moment of pure ecstasy
in my addict body.
Pressed in close
to confuse your heartbeat
and the motion of your lungs.
The worst withdrawls,
but the best high.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
i love/ the water.
gonna set my sights
on a sunny californian day.
thought of you,
oxytocin coursing the grooves of my brain.
and you/ in rising colors.
i love/ that.
that polyeurithmic song of again and again
our bodies.
dark parked cars.
neighborhood bedroom lights, on then off.
we continue/ in tongues.
i love/ the sand and scent
of life. of finding ourselves,
in ourselves.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC