You just had to come along
You had to come my way,You had to bring me pain and heartacheCouldn’t you just wait for a second?Why that moment?
Why couldn’t time play a trick?You had to come and destroy my lonelinessWith your one-minute presence And your one century of absence,Leaving me confused and in love Enslaved by the fingerprints youLeft on my body and memories of an hour well spent,Are you, human? Are you this cruel?Are you this cold hearted?Are you even capable of loving someone?Do you even know its meaning?Because if you did, you would never treat me this way.That one day, has arrived
I cannot take it anymore.
What I feel at this very moment is so intense.
It's like a fever, taking over my mind, and power to act rationally.
I'm quivering, shivering, shaking, and even vibrating with anger of your lack of concern. I'm temperature
Sick in the stomach, I feel  like throwing out.
I say to myself,

 “This is not love; this is something else. Its obsessive, it’s crazy. It’s too crazy. I miss him I really miss him a lot.         The fever just creeps through my whole body, It scourges out the very epicenter of my soul.It torments the weakest part of me,Even the part I think is strong.The strongest part of me weeps in painAnd I’m sore on the outside feeling this sour taste on my tongue. What is all this? I asked myself.
I hate you I hate you for making me feel this way. I once told him,  it was not good for me to be in loveBecause it became like an addiction and get obsessed.And it was happening. Fast and furious. I'm in excruciating agonySitting on my bed wondering pondering, why, why, why? Is there something wrong with me?He hasn’t called for sometime now. Why?Didn’t he like me? Doesn’t he feel the same anymore?I’m angry at him...but mostly at myself For being fooled once too many times again.Time and again history repeats it’s selfIt has almost become a pattern.Time and again I fall prey to these predators.Monsters, men.Soon I will shackle my heart with an icy lockThere would be nothing left to give anyoneAnymore.