I leave, I swear, I turn away,
but something pulls me back each day.
The same loop playing in my mind,
a door I never leave behind.
You hurt me once, I stay for more,
I break myself and come back sore.
I call it love, I call it pain,
but I still walk into it again.
I know the end before it starts,
still I return with open parts.
And every time I try to run,
I end up back where I begun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem