Habitual habits inhabiting hypothalmus
Help or hinder me.
Harboring happiness,
produces habitual habits
to inhabit
hypothalmus functioning.
Slipping,
Slipped,
Sliding, I slid into his skin.
Tripped,
Tripping,
Falling,
head over heels in love again.
This time it's gonna be different!
He's the one I've been missin.
Treat him good,
I know I could, yet
jealousy jumps out
whenever loving lasciviously.
Sex
attaches me.
How could it not? Naked nights
sprawled out in ecstacy
affirms affinity between our bodies.
Chemical reactions will soon
have chemistry
obsessively-obsessing,
overindulging-over,
three words he speaks.
Instinctively initiating
sub-conscious routines,
incites ideas
of how my mind
percieves things.
So I dig deep down
into dark depths
of psyche.
Discovering there,
selfish wants
that are needy.
Old rusty, out-dated
thoughts and speech.
Hey Head Hanch of egoistical feelings!
Today I decapitate
your mind controlling tendancies.
Adios!
Farewell!
Peace out former self!
Dying,
never felt so appealing.
Your death
delivers deliverance,
to my
mental well-being.
Finally I realize that,
Habitual habits
inhabiting hypothalmus
help or hinder me.
Harboring happiness
creates NEW
habitual habits,
to inhabit hypothalmus
functioning.