The Sting

Loving him is like being Alan Turing dealing with code cracking

The feeling is anything but boring

Loving him is like self-harming

Painfully addicting

Loving him is like sipping your favorite drinking

As easy as sleeping into his swing

Missing him is like standing among non human beings

Freezing yet frightening

Hearing his objection was like crushing my pride building

As suffocating as doing your own neck-choking.