If only…

If only I wasn’t so obsessed,

Even with his words cutting deep in my skin,

Trailing blood as I still follow him.

I didn’t know the wounds would still hurt,

Crushing me to bits,

**_Yet why do I keep following him?

_**His bitter voice— my brain is playing tricks, it insists it’s a sweet melody, whispering softly in my ear, but only shrieking upholds, as ringing flows in my ear. **_Yet why do I keep following him?

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_**Is it intentional? Is there something I’m feeling, This— this love? Then why does it hurt so much, To love someone like him?