on dopamine
“if you don’t fit the mold,
doesn’t matter, go on and break it”
you know what,
he finally made his move.
after a couple months,
he is putting me in your shoes.
finally,
i know how you feel.
he’s not my priority,
just like i’m not yours;
but guess what,
i would say no to him,
in a way that you couldn’t do.
: seeing you is like getting mini doses of dopamine shots
: that’s not good
guess what,
now that you left,
or more like i pushed you away,
far, far, far away,
i still feel the same,
even though it’s just seeing you in my head.
i think it wasn’t the dopamine that you inject,
more like you already became my adrenal gland.
