<p>That continuous pounding in the heart, it hurts doesn’t it, it’s all pain, it’s getting to you, you try to keep it in but your face surely displays something else it paints the full picture, an absolute figure of what’s inside.</p><p>My story, the way I choose to move, I learn and adapt, the feeling of betrayal as it continues to stump on your feelings, leaving a deep sense of pain cutting through flesh and tissues causing sleepless nights and giving headaches of mild sensations, I feel bad, worse, I feel embarrassed, while in motion, I ponder on what I want, being obsessed isn’t a crime, it’s an infection once you are affected, it takes a while, more than a while to be accurate, you could never recover to be exact, while you just watch her being happy, you feel she’s not, you know she’s not, you just stay on that lane, attempts made but denied, she says she doesn’t want you but still needs you how’s that even possible, I’m hurt and you seem to not even have my time, it’s complicated or am I just overthinking it.</p>