While I was reading a book, I came across a concept 

so intricate I find hard to understand
It confuses me, it frustrates me
So I started scribbling its details
over and over again
In hopes of getting myself familiar to it until my hand turns numb
Until I got exhausted
Until I cannot write anymore

But it was never the same to you
In this world of confusion and frustration
You were oddly familiar
I scribbled every word you had written and uttered
I drew every smile, every curve
Until my hand gets used to happiness, now turned to hurt
Because I was never tired of scribbling every piece of you
Never was, never will be