Sloppy drunk
Acting the fool
In Jackie's back yard
On a rickety  stool
Heatwave
Sunday afternoon
On the Bushmills straight
Feeling so cool
Looked around
I am here all alone
Laughed like a ******
In the gathering gloom.

When life put love to the test
When all the buttons got depressed
When the magnetic tape got stretched
When I was a no good wretch

The tablets took their own sweet time
I was a selfish drunken swine
But you got through
And down the line
We put it all to bed.

In a room find full of liars
The betrayals very uncomfortable
Quick to get away not okay
It's not right not pretending anymore
Being genuine to criticized by decievers
Did the work credit is being stolen
Only nice when a favor is needed
Most of the time being ignored

I love you,
but I can’t say it.
You will never know,
even if I desperately want you to.

I hate the way I look
I hate the way I sound
But my broken feeling are bound
I hate the body in the mirror
I hate the tears running down
The end of me is coming nearer
Sorry I didn't stick around

At the end of the day, we all are stories written as cures or curses in people's lives ...
It possibly could be some beautiful curse that develops people's lives.
And some cure that ruins people's lives.
Yes, it might act opposite as some stories are forcefully forged by characters who aren't supposed to be tangled within the chapters in the stories.

Love is the only emotion
That makes one experience every other emotion combined in one

It takes one's honour
It takes one's soul

It makes one go from a blooming flower
To a flameful burnt flower
It puts a smile on one's face but brings rain into their heart

Love's fresh
But
Then
It
Rots
It heals
but
Then
It
Bleeds

And love makes one experience it all
All in one
All at once

They say, ‘Eyes are the window to the soul’
And I agree
And I feel
Maybe
That’s true
Because ever since you and I have exchanged our vows
My vision have become blurry
Blurred by love

Blurred to see any better
Blurred to find any new

I think it is a curse
But
Maybe it is not

Maybe I’ve found treasure
And it’s shine has faded my vision

But maybe it’s a curse
But
Maybe it is not

It’s only clearly when I see you
It’s only clearly when I love you

And I feel all belonged to you
And maybe
That’s true

Because ever since you and I have exchanged our vows
My vision had become blurry
Blurred by love