I keep coming back <br />As if you had loved me any good <br />Still you've made up for what you've lacked <br />Which doesn't justify it, though I wish it could <br />You've done wrong on several occasions <br />Like, How you gonna pretend like there ain't anything between us <br />And, How you gonna act like I mean nothing <br />But, The first cut is the deepest <br />When you've than had another <br />Still I put it in the back of my head <br />With the hope that you'd be mine <br />Must I be naive, To consider not to leave <br />One would think I was blind, when you've done called me out my name <br />The question is, What kept me coming back? <br />Although we've had our share of good and bad <br />Still it was something I experience little of or never truly had <br />But, Stop with the bull, We knew It was something you were after <br />Now was it sex, Was it love, And what's next, Not enough. <br />Played.<br /><br />Marcquiese Burrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/played-7/
