Played Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

I keep coming back
As if you had loved me any good
Still you've made up for what you've lacked
Which doesn't justify it, though I wish it could
You've done wrong on several occasions
Like, How you gonna pretend like there ain't anything between us
And, How you gonna act like I mean nothing
But, The first cut is the deepest
When you've than had another
Still I put it in the back of my head
With the hope that you'd be mine
Must I be naive, To consider not to leave
One would think I was blind, when you've done called me out my name
The question is, What kept me coming back?
Although we've had our share of good and bad
Still it was something I experience little of or never truly had
But, Stop with the bull, We knew It was something you were after
Now was it sex, Was it love, And what's next, Not enough.
Played.