Splitting apart any previous cease-fire,
Shattering words spit quick
Bulleting pain. Yet again.
Their target well met, with accurate aim
They enter the heart of my heart.
Why do I stay as I do?
Do I revel in suff'ring, stupidly cling
Incompatibly to this narcotic thing
Painfully passing as love?
Would that I knew.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painful-love-7/
