The Algorithm of Puzzled Feeling

Love is an unpredictable feeling
Sometimes it comes, and it goes.
If you're not too strong,
It picks you up and drops you on your toes.

Why is this so confusing to understand?
Because yesterday, I felt it
But now, I don't know.
It's such a mystery to me.
I wish I could not misunderstand what this is...
It's just me watching a crazy clown show.

I'm so tired of my feelings:
Keeps twitching.
Keeps itching.
Keeps reaching.
Keeps glittering.
Keeps waiting.
Keeps switching.

Is this how you feel?
I feel like an unprogrammed, broken bot AI.
I think I will try to make a sigh.
Oh, I'm sorry, I just felt human.
Maybe this is a continuous loop of me getting high.

I just felt a different aura.
I think I'm lost deep inside
This should be me with bipolar.
Nothing much to say
Just lost everything tastes from my oral.

I'm so tired of my feelings:
Keeps twitching.
Keeps itching.
Keeps reaching.
Keeps glittering.
Keeps waiting.
Keeps switching.

We always used the word us
Now it's all gone so fast,
So soon, like a lost course.
We said communication would never be a cause.
Imagine now, our chats are just filled with "hello"
Just so sudden when we took a pause.

I tried to cipher through different strategies
To bring back our conversation by all cost
But this is different,
Because you don't want a change at all.

These feelings have changed
It still glitches.
Still twitches.
Still itches.
Still switches.

But now
I'm tired to reach.
Tired to wait.
Tired to feel.
All because it hurts.

What's the way forward?
I say to myself,
Not because I want to stop
But just because I think every moment of me
Was just stock.

If you ever want to stop in both ways,
I'm just one conversation away from everything
Because you left me with nothing to say.

I won't feel sad
Nor be happy with any decisions you make
Because whatever will be, will be.
But still,
It won't break nor mend any feelings
It will just be a sting from a bee.

My feelings have changed:
It doesn't glitter nor glitch.
It won't flicker nor twitch.
It won't be a sparkler nor itch.
Doesn't need to shimmer nor switch.
Wouldn't be an ender nor have a feeling.
Won't be a leaver nor reaching.
I won't even try to be a chaser
Nor will be waiting.