I can’t let
I can’t let go.
Every time I’m ready to move on, he pulls me back.
A Venus Fly Trap is what you are; always luring and tempting.
But whenever I fall for it, you rob me of everything and dispose the remains.
Why can’t I follow my instinct and stay away?
The leftover fragments of my logic deteriorate the moment a sweet word utters from your lips.
Please give me the strength to break the cycle next time.
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