Countless times,

I hesitate to reciprocate

my love

I swear

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

can reunite

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?

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