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I don't

I don't pretend

To understand your heart

Your brain

I'm not a love scientist



The chemistry of lust

Is a mystery to me

Endorphinized pheromonic hotspeed

Pushing the little red buttons

That cause bioelectric impulses



To network around the grey matter

Turning it

Momentarily

Rosy pink



I assume that's the colour of love chemicals

It's the colour of Valentine's Day

And if it's good enough for killing snakes

It's good enough for killing me



I wish I could make that poison

Cuz I'd feed it to you

Letting it drip onto your lips from mine

As pinkened static grows

And the magnetism of the flesh

Becomes absolute

And then...



The inescapable connection

Like the needle pierces the arm of the condemned

That's what we'd be

You and I

Condemned for eternity

To be inseparable, happy

Forever?



Who can say for certain?

Not me

I am not a love scientist

I've not been educated

I've not experimented

I've not learned anything



And I cannot discern

For certain

If you'd let me try



For it's better to wish and receive nothing

Than to ask and be denied



Some hearts cannot take another crack

For every crack to grow a little piece must leave

And sometimes a little piece

Is all that's left



I'm not a love scientist

But I'm pretty sure that is a fatal injury

So I'll just pine in silence

And wait

Until I learn the science