This is my mind, and it over-analyzes way too often. It thinks of you. It remembers the words that you used to hurt me. It recalls the times I THOUGHT were perfect. It tells my body to slow down and to speed up. It tells me I want you, and sometimes that I'm better off without you. It knows that you don't want me like that, but it continuously makes me fall.
These are my eyes, and hopefully they don't give away what my mind is thinking (see above). But it's probably obvious when I look at you. It could be the occasional "what the hell am I doing with you?" look, but not likely.
This is my nose, and quite frankly, your nose and mine meet too frequently, which brings me to...
My mouth.
This is my heart. The one you make skip in my chest. The one you also broke, and then repaired. Then you broke it again, and again, and again. And finally, my mind convinces it to go numb.
These are my hands. They're trying their hardest to stay at my sides, but for some reason they find your cheek or your arm. My hands and my mind are constantly at war. Same with my mind and my mouth. And my mind and heart.
This is my body and once it can work together, I'll be healed. No one's leading anyone on.
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