It is clear to me, I found the reasoning.
Why I fall victim every time to the pain.
It is familiar to me, so I return yet again.
I feel my heart aching, it's weakening.
Soon it will be broken once more, humbled.
This pain I know, it's been my friend before.
Holding my hand while my hearts ripped and tore.
Soon the pain subsides, on my feet, I stumble.
I walk away from it once more, sure to return.
His love is venom, it runs in my veins, killing.
Though I am no victim, I need it, I am willing.
So back to his love I go, no heed, no concern.