Is it bad that all of my poems are about the way you hurt me?

Is it bad that now you want me again?

Is it bad that I never not wanted you?

Is it bad that even though you caused me so much pain, I’m willing to throw away all the progress and countless hours of picking the broken pieces of my heart up?

Is it bad that im willing to let you come back to your place in my heart even, when I know you’ll leave it empty again?