Section 3

No matter how much I tried to quench the beat of his loving heart ..

To steal one of those beats or more

To create a conflict of me inside of him ,

To convince myself that a wave of internet exists ,

He was either too smart or too blind ,

One of which could explain my misery

The tangent of his reaction never felt different despite the cause

But the hope eventually faded with the truth of being abortive

Either i was a migrating blow from the sea of love in which he had already drowned ,

or my time was out of his season to inquire a new experience giving a chance for the rain to create a rainbow upon inside ,

No matter what ,

I lost anyway.