You are my drug

Good poem. Be careful with that "fix."

Thanks PD, yes that is a very good warning for me as I have fallen back in all to quickly I guess but I will write something for that also.

It definitely can be. I might have to write something about side effects. :) I am starting to think I should have included those molecules in the notes as no one will probably look them up. C8H11NO2=Dopamine C43H66N12O12S2 =Oxytocin

I'm sure you could work "dopamine" and "oxytosin" into the poem somehow so the readers make the connection. It will only strengthen the poem and exercise your abilities to tell the story without having to explain anything on the side.

"I'm slowly getting lost in your molecules"

What a beautiful thing to say to another!

I was thinking it might add a tad of mystery where someone would want to look up what it is. Instead it probably just looks like a random meaningless sequence, that's what I get for trying to be clever, so I think your suggestion is probably the way to go. I will work it in. Thank you.

"You are my drug" is a powerful metaphor, KristinaX.  I appreciate the fact that you are able to give a total image of the extent to which love can consume its "victims."

Consider the difference between positive enticement (like the thorny rose that one must pluck, despite the pricks, or the dark chocolate that cloys) and negative allurement (like the drugs that give a temporary high while destroying one's equilibrium).  The drug metaphor may be stronger than the rose; whereas the rose would not necessarily betray real experience, however, the drug would seem to suggest familiarity -- as though one had actually gone down that path.

I don't mind the mystery element at all:  sometimes you have to lead your readers to explore beyond what the superficial eye can see.  You obviously have some science training/experience, as betrayed by your manipulation of formulae.

Sincerely

cab

You really get me. I love reading your interpretations, your choice of words seems poetic in and of itself. I have no real science training but I have done a lot of research because my mother is dealing with some medical issues and sometimes I am skeptical of what the doctors say or prescribe so I want to be as informed as I can be to help her. I had written about it but I felt awkward after giving so much about our situations so I hid it, at least for now. I was pretty upset because of some bad news when I posted it but I have calmed down since. I am still figuring things out.

You are a fine poetess, KristinaX.  The true poet struggles with the rawness of the realities of life, finding a thin line between metaphor and actuality.  The poet can empty experience of its bite and sting by painting words that dissolve and heal life's pains; the same poet can wrap little misgivings in powerful expressions that make the whole world kneel.

Thank God for symbolisms, through which poets may "hide in the open" by engaging the reader's mind in a philosophical way without giving away too much.  The persona's voice is not necessarily;y the voice of the poet, who has learnt to see through the eyes of others and to feel the bruises of the fallen.

Keep working with your mother:  what is more cathartic than the poet's healing pen?

Sincerely

cab

I love your insights. Thank you.

The addiction of needing to have someone special in your life that makes you feel alive; at the risk of withdrawal or unexpected physical and/or mental trauma the longer it continues and the "high" wanes.

This comment makes me sad but I definitely understand it.

What are we if not but a mass collection of living chemicals?? All the laws of the universe govern the way we are. Gravity brings the heavens together, love is the same force that draws our souls ever closer.

Love is a drug, indistinguishable from lust. If one day science can put it in a bottle it would easily be the most addictive substance there ever was.

XXX

Yes, it definitely would be but if it were so easy it would also lose it's value quickly and I wonder what addiction would replace it.

The perfect drug to warm my soul on this cold and rainy day xo

Ah yes! the perfect drug indeed... Wow, I was so surprised to see this one pop up. Really reaching back quite a ways. I cannot believe so much time has passed. (I love the cold and rain, it's just another great reason to snuggle up close and get intimate). xo ;)