It is a contradictory paradox.
It is a conflicting oxymoron.
The half of my reasoning thinking that
you want to be mine,
the other half of my sanity thinking that
you just want to be of use or at least to be using me.

It is not easy,
for both me and you to be in unison
and all the reasons are in the state of plateau.

Maybe I am taking too much caffeine and nicotine,
Maybe I am lacking too many hours of sleep,
Maybe I am lacking of you?

But there is one thing I am very sure
and that is,
I did fall for your treacherous smile, again.
I did fall for your deceptive but cute expressions, again
and again.

I never knew that pain is this addictive
and your ignorance is my drug, forever.