Clouding my judgment

Tell me what I want to hear,
I’m falling at your feet.
I don’t know if your charm is genuine,
but I feel weaker each time we meet.
I can’t help but feel that in this moment,
your words are clouding my judgment.

Sip after sip,
a buzzing feeling comes closer.
Visions become a figure of the imagination,
I wouldn’t have seen if I was sober.
Drink after drink I’m searching for fulfilment,
when all the alcohol does is keep on clouding my judgment.

Butterflies fluttering frequently,
my heart rate beating faster.
Calming down and tackling anxiety,
is something tough to master.
Worrying for what is yet to happen is a torment,
my uncertainty is busy clouding my judgment.

Your selfie tells a story,
but it doesn’t mean it’s the truth.
Your filter hides the secrecy,
the caption doesn’t show the proof.
One more like, another approving comment,
but you are no longer clouding my judgment.