It's a relentless cycle,
of pain and pleasure.

Those moments of pure agony,
fueled by instances of sweet, sweet company.

I told myself,
I won't fall victim again,
never ever,
will I have feelings for anyone.
Not anymore, at least.

My will has betrayed me,
with my heart feeling one way,
but my brain pulling me the other.

My mind tells me I have no chance,
and it's probably right,
but my heart fosters hope.
Hope that this time will be different.

I keep telling myself that
this time it'll be different,
but I know from experience that
it never is.