every time i get attached,
i drown to the feeling.
and even if i know how it’s
going to end because
it ends the same way
every ******* time.

i still managed to bet.

and i know how i’m
going to feel because
i feel the same ****** way,
every ******* time.

but i still want it.

knowing what would be the
outcome,
consequences,
pain,
and the problems.
i still look at you and want it.