where is the love

relationships are complicated. so why even after so much pain we wish to go back to the one who gives us pain.Is it love or just plain addiction?

We are back again

Bruised broken and filled with pain.

We give it a try

Whilst river of our love is gone dry.

We say “Miss You”

Because our lips are used to.

It’s nothing like before:

No more surprises at the door,

No more walking hand in hand to the general store.

We would prefer to talk to others

And prefer to stay away from the lover.

There's no reason to hide this way

We're moving further apart each day.