Poisoned

I am.

The worst part is that the drug is also the medicine.

The difference is that, when I get it in low doses I stay like this, terrible moods, constantly.

Shall it, that kills me, save me? It could, in giant and sweet doses.

Then I will die, because the necessary dose to be medicine I’ll never get.

[You’re sweet and rude, how can you do this?

Is it possible for me to be so confused?

For sure it is; but, why?

And why does it have to be you?

All these questions made me see that I know what I want.

It might not be you, but her. And believe me, she’s amazing.

Better than you? How shall I know? …]