Side Effects May Vary

Every other morning,
He wakes from a beautiful dream of her.
And as his senses crosses the doorway to reality,
An immense hollowness takes shelter inside him.
Dare he say, he is missing her,
Dare he say, he is in pain.
All he knows,
That he just needs to see her,
Before he goes insane.

She is in front of him now
Dressed like a boy again
But she doesn't care, neither does he.
Maybe he's in love with her flaws
Maybe it doesn't look like a flaw to him
But before he takes a step towards her
He makes a mental note of do's and don'ts
He should not get too close to her
For it can become difficult for him
To control the rush of his feelings for her
He should see her from a distance
But not stare at her
He should behave like a friend
She shouldn't see any love and care
Coming from him
For she is like a bird who likes to fly freely
Within no boundaries, no boundations

And yet when he walks over to her
He can't help staring at her endlessly
He want to talk to her but  can't find words
Instead he just keeps looking at her
He loves the way she laughs
And the way
she put a strand of hair between her lips
Her lips, he notices, are mostly brown
But sometimes pink.
He felt his heart sink
Whenever he sees her upset and hurt.
To his heart, she is like a drug
To cure a serious disease they call love.
She makes him feel good and alive
But like most drugs
It comes with side effects too

At the same time,
It's both beautiful and scary
To miss her and see her,
To live beside her, and die slowly
Little by little.
He is yet another victim of love
With yet another story
Maybe you can relate to him, maybe not
For I know from experience 
That the side effects may vary.