Fuck hormones.

You are comfortable.
I know I can seek refuge in you.
Its a weird thing to have that kind of security.
to know that you can just spend time.
No constraints or expectations.
I lay on my bed feeling content.
a little sore but content.
I think that I have fallen hard,
yet I don't hurt because of that.
I hurt because eve is a bitch.
Damn her and that damn piece of fruit.
Hormones are tricky.
If you make fun of me long enough,
I may have to hurt you.
may, not exactly the operative word, likely is more plausible.
The point I am trying to make is I am happy.
I am content and feel secure.
Finally, a year later I have that.
Its fascinating.
Choice made.

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