Bleeding - A poem

Why do we

Go back

To the one who hurts us most?

Why can’t we run from their sword

Hide from their spell?

Instead we run

Right into the blade.

Their smile 

Sends our precautions packing

And with every gaze

We think we’ve won them over

Finally reached their soul

So true it seems

It is- for a moment

Just a few brief moments

Until they return to their ways

And hurt all over again

But it is ten times worse

Each time

And the cut is ten times deeper

And soon we’ve lost so much blood

That we feel weak and helpless

The same blade

The same stab

And each time

We run to the same person

Thinking that this time will be different

But how can it be different

It can’t be

When they are not about to change.

How long will this continue?

How long will we let blood

Pour from our heart

Leaving us here at our weakest

And most vulnerable form

Exposing the deepest sinews

Of our soul within

How long will we run towards you

To the only being we really should be fleeing from

I guess we do look away, sometimes

We go on and make do without for a while

And in the meantime

They sharpen their blade

Not because they want to hurts us

But because it is part of who they are

Not because they mean to hurt us

But because our pain lies in how we take them

And just as we can’t help it

They can’t help it

I know I should run

But I’m a fiend- I guess

And even though the touch of your blade

Scores me so deep that even my soul begins to bleed

At least I had your touch just one more time.