So after almost 6 years, I wrote a sorry excuse for a poem again. Enjoy.

Squeezing my eyes shut so tight it burns.
Am I trying not think about it?
Or trying to burn it into my memory?
I dont want to think about it any more.
But I need to remember so I dont do it to my self next time.
But I will come running back like a junkie.
You are the needle I need in my vein.
Your love is the drug that I crave.
I wake up in the morning after its worn off,
sore, and regretting falling for it again.
Swearing to myself that I'll get over you.
But I know I'll be back
It seems no matter how much she hurts me,
I can never tell her no.
No matter how much she pushes me away,
I just cant let her go.
I feel there is nothing she can do to make me stop loving her.
It scares me to death, being so out of control.
I try to get on with my life,
But how do you forget the only thing you have ever known?
Til death do us part.
Im dead inside.