You asked me to write you poetry A couple of months ago, when you said That you never meant to hurt me, But we'd be better off remaining friends. Now I shadow box with my sanity Wondering if we'll ever meet again, As this hook through my heart makes me bleed: You were always destined to hurt me in the end.
I relive each moment I saw you Several thousand times throughout the day; I beat myself black and blue, And refuse to stop or even change. It's one **** of a term to come to, Yet, my commitment has been made. You may think my decision ****** or crude, But there's definitely pleasure in the pain.
Trapped in this quandary, From love, I find myself running scared; However, on the contrary, Never having you is something I cannot bare. So deal all your damage to me; I think the pain will eventually show its worth. Love is the word I'll continue to repeat; And I know it's love, because it hurts.