Love is an intoxicating liquid
I've put away for long
Kept it tucked and hidden inside
Like an unwritten line of a song
Once opened
the bottle glistened
Inviting thirsty lips
into its untouched mouth
And reluctantly, I pressed mine
Not knowing if it was poison or wine
The shot was first sickening
but turned inevitably sweet
Soon I was choking, convulsing
and then laughing like a kid
Soon tears started to fall
and sighs escaped my chest
Then I was on the floor
rolling in stomach pain
that turned to dizzying joy
with which I drank from the bottle again
And soon rainbows started spilling
Blood dripped from my mouth
Eyes wide in shocking wonder
Then closed taking in the pleasure
I gulped and gasped
In what seemed to be days
Unaware that pretty soon
The intoxicating liquid was drained
The seizures stopped
the sensations ceased
It hasn't been another second
but the drink was immediately missed
I sat there thinking
Was it cruel or fun?
To throw or keep the bottle
What should I have done?
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