I hesitate to reciprocate
It is a disease that terrorises
my dreams to bits,
The mixologist says,
said, assumes, i need medicine
You are the drug.
He saw me sneaking glances
your way and said,
i found my way to the cure.
I don’t know if two broken hearts
I still don’t know if i’m
mistaking pitiness for love,
the two are brimmed with confusion
if i’m drunk with lust then am doomed
and when drunk in love, i become blind to wrong
I doubt that you are an answer to
any of my questions,
Do anwers present themselves?