Guarantees I sought and failed to get here,
Love came thrice and made a fool out of me
With its rules. Adhere or not to adhere?
A question which could wreck my sanity.
The wise have written much about one’s friends.
Compared them to lovers and made them win.
No! For one begins where the former ends
And both fill the heart with passionate sin.
So, my heart, where to go? To whom to turn?
There is no point in thought or in tears
Searching will lead but to the path of return
And, oh, the waste of my precious years!
We need both though to breathe and survive here,
So use and abuse and make none too dear.

23 January
3am