Your love is a moonshot for me

Mine is an unwanted burden for you

I never thought of celibacy in my lifetime

But you made me

Just by being not reachable, physically and metaphysically

Yes, I can't reach your heart,

Cause I don't know how to make aircrafts

Which will help me to reach your puzzling heart.

Even though I make one,

It will surely going to sink in your Bermuda triangle like heart

I will be glad to be sink in your subconscious memory

Cause you will embrace me at least in your dreams

Like I do daydreaming

Yes, I am not that much privileged to embrace you

Not even in my dreams

Cause you are a unkind dream catcher

Maybe I will

With the help of magic mushrooms

I just got to know that shrooms can help

People with obsessive compulsive disorder

No, I am not obsessive on anything

And I am never ever compulsive

Since I am not a perfection freak

Cause I am a perfect example of imperfections

Once in my life,

I have to get into your heart

Or

I have to get Psilocybin mushrooms

Since it is treating people with addiction

Yes, I am addicted to you

You just got into my blood

It's very difficult for me to do leech therapy

Cause I don't want leeches to feast on my love for you

You are beautiful but toxic

Just like a berry of deadly nightshade

Which can be called as belladonna

That means

''Beautiful woman'' in italic

But You are a bell'uomo

Who is just dilating my pupils as well as longings

With the essence of your love portion

You're a deliriant

Which I want to get rid but not yet

I think I was holding on to you

Like an ivy do

Yet I couldn't reach or open

Even the window of your heart...