(Published on The Writers Club)
If nothing matters,
why do you mean
everything to me?
I’ve been clean
of love for the better
part of my life,
but with you, I get high;
I’m addicted
to the serotonin clapping hands
throughout my neutrons.
I’ve become something
worth loving.
Thanks a lot.
(© 2022 AC)
This is a beautiful poem!
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