Splitting apart any previous cease-fire,
Shattering words spit quick
Bulleting pain. Yet again.
Their target well met, with accurate aim
They enter the heart of my heart.

Why do I stay as I do?
Do I revel in suff'ring, stupidly cling
Incompatibly to this narcotic thing
Painfully passing as love?

Would that I knew.

Fay Slimm

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painful-love-7/