Oxytocin deficit

You were a high
Walking on air every day
Living on oxytocin

Your words built my world
A princess in her palace
Adored and admired

I followed your eyes
Studied your face
Absorbed your emotions

So yes, you were most of my thoughts
My ideas, my dreams, my mind
Then you cut my supply

I live in ruins now
Empty and undead
Looking for those eyes

In an oxytocin deficit
From when you were mine