Why do we insist on drinking from the wells that poison us?
Poison our hearts, our minds, our souls, our bodies?
That is what I think of when I think of you.
I know you are not good for me, yet I think of you all the same.
I miss you still, love you still.
Wishing you were different in the ways that I wanted you to be,
wanting more time, more years with you.
Why do we love those that cannot love us?
There are no answers to these questions, they just are.
