The Autopsy Of Requited Love Poem by Nima Tharchen

Requited love is like an illness
That has the victim sleepless
The symptoms would not stop there
But there is always the feeling of weakness and restlessness
The friends are the doctors
The bar the hospital
The alcohol, drug
The dozes are usually taken after nine
Then there's no stopping, the doctors say its fine
The tipsy is the effect of the drug
There is no such thing as over dozing
It's only the bar tender after midnight opposing
The fall and the crawl to make it home is a miracle in happening
The world cries of your liver rotting
The drug prevents you from listening

The Constant and continuity of hangover
The doctors lose, for you game over