Tuesday, June 02, 2009


It wraps you up
In pain you love,
It draws you in
It makes you need
You think you are -
In control.
You use it
Whenever you feel wrong
It makes you feel
Just right.
Pain as a reward
As a punishment
As a life-saver
As a lesson
You thought
That you had learnt.
Or months later
You've moved on
Found other ways
Grown up.
But no,
Sweet fool
There will be a day
When it comes knocking
You do it again
And again
Just like before.

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