Is it love?

like a naive child..

I waddle toward fire

scotched,I wobble back

but I stumble back..always do

though you shatter my heart into a million pieces

I tape  it together again and go back

though I bleed raw,from the countless times

you stabbed me in the back..I teeter back to you

my ears deaf,from friends shouting at me..

pleading me to stay away from you

I go back..I always do

why?

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