Breaking The Mold: Poetry For A New Era

Breaking the cycle of love and pain

Why do I love you when you hurt me so?
A question that haunts me, I need to know.
It feels familiar, like a déjà vu,
But I can't grasp it, it's out of view.

I search my mind, deep and wide, Trying to uncover what's inside.
My subconscious, a mystery to me,
A puzzle that's not easy to see.

Then it hits me, like a bolt of lightning,

The root of my problem, so frightening.
My parent, my mother or father,
The one who gave love, but only to bother.

They treated me badly, just like you, But back then, I didn't have a clue.
Now I understand, the cycle must end,
To break free, my heart I must bend.

I must hate the figure from my past, To move on, and love that will last.
No longer will I let history repeat,
I'll break the chains and find true love, sweet