love has hurt me so much in my life,
and yet for some reason i always come back.
are people really that stupid to keep coming back?
or is it something else?
its like trying to pick a rose with you're bare hands.
you'll always get pricked by the thorns but i guess it's the beauty that draws us in.
the hope that we could actually have something beautiful.
why do we keep coming back with such irrational faith?
and even on a rare occasion when you get the right grip and pick that breath taking rose you've always wanted and it's yours. what happens then?
that rose looks so healthy and beautiful so you put it in a vase of water and nurture it and it smells so nice and everything is going fine.
but a week or so later you start to notice that its drooping and the petals are slowly falling away so you panic and you try,
you try so hard to keep it alive for as long as possible but you know that there's nothing you can do.
you know that itl'll eventually die anyway.
but the thing is......
you knew it was going to die from the minute you picked it.
you always knew,
so why go through the pain?
why try?
to have something that beautiful and loose it.
why do i keep falling in love?
