I am at a loss.

Something about you keeps drawing me in. No matter how many times you have played with me, my heart seems to take the beat. The words you say both hurt me more and yet raise me the best. The amount of times I’ve cried, because of what you have did. Yet, I find myself here, again; in your arms wanting more. More of your voice, lips, touch, hugs, and so on. The amount of hurt you have gave me, out numbers the love you have shown. Yet the amount of Love I have for you has out numbered what you have done. I no longer have the strength to fight you, and maybe one day I’ll have enough. But until then, I stay here longing you, until the day I give up.
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