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.