That ting, it's hunger pains of the brain,
You're craving an attachment that
will never be the same.
The betrayal that once was
will always come again
and the person on the other side
isn't who they were back then.
They are dead and gone
but watch as they drive your last nail in
then pry open the coffin
and ask for forgiveness again,
and being good-hearted,
you fall for it again,
only to have the knife plunged in
during your reunion hug again,
and be dragged back to the grave
hurt, broken, and scared
again and again and again.