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Comfort of a Scientist

toward the end
the only time we ever
said I love you was
in my bed while the
dead town outside my window
slept too deep
to raise their
heavy heads.
someone who was not
me
always believed you without
questions, because
that's what I
wanted to be true, that's
what I needed on nights like
these, where no one
is around to lie
anymore.
something in your
words gave temporary comfort
and I slept like a
baby in your imaginary arms,
woke like a scientist
all these chemicals in my
brain all this nothing
in our hearts.

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  • sweet arrival gold member
    July 28
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    even though this didn't have any humor in it, i found myself smiling because isn't this the typical feel? the 'feeling' in your heart with the 'knowing' in your brain. oh oh oh, let me tell you ...ummm, ok, i wont tell you.
    the classic case of hormones and the effect of wanting to be loved.

    so very good, christian. and i see im not the only one that thinks that. congrats on the gold.


  • heavenbird gold member
    April 16
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    i know this feeling all too well.

    never stop writing.


  • righteousme
    December 8, 2008

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    someone who was not
    me
    always believed you without
    questions ...

    woke like a scientist
    all these chemicals in my
    brain all this nothing
    in our hearts. ...

    brilliant !!!! thank you so much for your time and talent in this contest!!!


  • Amarillistarshot silver member
    November 28, 2008
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    Wow. This is so...I don't really know how to explain it. 'I slept like a baby in your imaginary arms' 'someone who was not me always believed you' these lines seperated tell me different things, but when I try to put them together...they create something entirely different, and I'm not sure how to piece it together. Don't worry, it's not a bad thing. Great write, but I'd like to talk about it. Is this fiction, for non-fiction? Love it!


    • heaven all alone
      November 28, 2008
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      It basically means that I believed I was loved, when I subconciously knew it was nothing more than chemicals in my brain.

      • Amarillistarshot silver member
        November 28, 2008

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        But isn't that all that love really is? When you step back and think about it, everything we do has absolutely nothing to do with what we tend to think that it does. We have thoughts, and chemicals. But is it fiction, or non-fiction...? Did this really happen, or is this just you having complicated thoughts?

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