I somehow knew that I’ll be broken,
in the rage of yours that would have killed me but didn’t.
Why did I come closer to you then?
Showing my vulnerability existed wasn’t overwhelming,
putting you before I was damaging.
Yet another time love made me feel so helpless,
I wish I would die before facing this.
Why did I always try to vacate somebody, and couldn’t?
Why do these feelings always make me helpless when they shouldn’t?
Why am I always filled with love?
Why am I always desiring possession?