The Boomerang... Poem by chantelle ribeiro

These are strange days
I don't understand sometimes
how people flick the switch
between coldness and passion
Like a boomerang you throw me
knowing I'll return
to feel the fire in me burn
And I promise with each new scar
that I will walk away
As I break away you run
pulling me until I come
Another day
Another year
For me it never ends
And yet I cannot get enough
Even if sometimes it's really tough
I am your addict
You are my drug
My one and only weakness
of whom I just can't get enough