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?