Lovesick — The Human Condition
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I do not believe in half-lovers or half-lives
I do not let myself ponder on the reality of now
Instead I am stuck in a limbo I cannot will myself out from,
Caught up in a spiral of highs and lows
Drugged and derived
My mind — a fragmented puzzle of euphoria and conflict
Trapped in the centre of a whirlwind
Fuelled by an emotion that has no label
A feeling that leaves me whole and hollow
Fulfilled and famished
Absenteeism, and a mind that has forgotten how to rationalise,
To focus and process
Simultaneously on cloud 9 and falling from it
These months on end, where I have found and lost direction — I am torn and disassembled
My clogs of productivity have rusted and I wish only for them to turn
I think, but with a deactivated mind and only the heart
This is a time of sickening sweetness that I wish to be set free from
Intoxicated by what I cannot have
Crazed by the drops of gold I try to salvage
This extended period of days with no end — with and without you — is one like none other
The dehydration leaves me dizzy
To live or to die?
That is the only suitable fatalism that seems at odds
I patiently await for the asphyxiation to cease
To have you at last and leave this sickness in the past.
