What This Love Has Done To Me

Not strong enough

to stay away.

Can't help running back to you

like a moth to the flame.

Say my name

it doesn't sound the same.

Look into my eyes

I'm stripped of all pride.

Surrendeding to you

down on my knees.

Never been too proud

to beg for you.

It's killing me

that you're away.

And I'm so confused

I wanna leave, I wanna stay.

Can't choose

between the pleasure and the pain.

It's wrong, it's right

not sure I'll win the fight.

My heart overrules

my mind.

Don't want to be

left behind.

And I'm not strong enough

to stay away.

Can't help running back to you

like a moth to the flame.

For you my heart

knows no shame.

Doesn't mean

that I'm the one to blame.

My heart

is chained to you.

And there is

nothing that I wanna do.

Don't want 

to be free.

I'm okay with

what this love has done to me.

Reviews

[GTVile]

Wow, in both poems of yours I've read, I have seen a pretty firm allusion to the guilty, destructive proclivity to pleasure. I'm not criticizing, I'm an adherent to the same school! You reveal painful truths in a way that most people, even if unfamiliar with your particular circumstance, they can relate to, which is always effective. Good job, again.

[Barbara Walker]

This poem shows your intent well. Good descriptions of the seesaw feelings and the wanting of what may not be good for you! Good write!