Cardiac arrest.

I wish I knew what to compare you to, just so I could form an estimate of how I should feel.
I never dig my way out of trenches of love evaporated at this speed;
What went differently?
I'll liken you to someplace I've not yet visited, but intuitively I know I want to and maybe in another life, I'll end up doing.

A would-be nymphomaniac outcast to myself is what I'll remain as.
Born on speed and unable to control emotion.
Sensitive bastard, indecisive bitch.
I am without manners; crude, rude and obscene.
I'll never be dishonest about who I am.

ps. I twitch like hell and have a moody pulse.