Too Many

An ode to my repetition.

Too many times I've found myself right here,
Writing another poem about the nights I've spent awake.
Awake because I let you get in my head,
Awake because I followed you to the door just to have it slammed in my face.
Why do I always go for what I can't have?
When will I learn my place?
I say time and time again that I'm done trying,
That I know I'll never have what I desire so dearly,
But every f*****g time you bat an eyelash I come running back.
Why are you so beautiful?
Why are you so damn perfect?
Why can't I forget you?
My mind won't last much longer,
The stress I put it through for you is just too much.
Too many nights spent just on the thought of you,
Too many days spent wishing for your embrace,
Too many times with too little results.
Too Many.