Chasing Desires

Thrust into a difficult matter, toggling between beauty and disaster. The master of getting a broken heart. Sometimes all I want is a fresh start, but something urges me to look back and I resort to exactly what I know, a bruised love that I can't let go. Torn, I can't force myself to turn the page. In this day and age I'm comforted by the familiarity. A fan of clarity, fearful of uncertainty, being vulnerable to someone hurting me. But then again that someone could be you. How can I be certain your feelings are true? What we have could be magical, theatrical, another love never known to be this real. Or is it surreal, a false ordeal you created because you could. A conniving con artist that's just that good. But I've had a taste of how your love could be. Nothing dare matches its beauty. Marvelous enough to be worth the scrutiny. Only an idiot would pass the opportunity to be adored so thoroughly. So blindly I'll march through this fire, drawn by the need to catch what I desire.