She walked outta my life

She walked outta my life like the rest of them...through the door that somehow became revolving over time because she walked back through it...told me she loved me and it was a mistake to leave...me bein me I didn't stake her...I love her...I welcomed her back with a weight less heart...see I'd emptied it of all attention, draw backs, desires and loathing...at first sight, her coming back filled it with a slight warmth...something like a spring jacket in the winter...though over time it turned into something that burned like it used too...something like a passion-ful night in front of warm fire...see I'm something of a harsh individual and as soon as she'd warmed up to me a bit...she slit her own wrists...figuratively of-course...see she beat herself up about bein worthy enough to stay in my life...now me bein me I consoled her...let her know I'd accepted her...though as harsh as I am it wasn't as soft as the marshes you drop in hot chocolate to make you mellow...it was honest and stern...still she discerned the sincerity through the clarity of my person...so why am I here again?...re-emptying my soul...leaving it to shimmer less bold...see she stole my life twice...I hadn't noticed it till I felt nice, like when I empty a bottle of Hennessy or Goose...though I'm not loose I feel like tyin a noose on these emotions of mine for good...hangin them up on the edge of a cliff...because the rift between she and I is like the difference between river and sky...see I've got some questions...why did you come back just to throw me away?...why say you love me to just end up duckin me?...how come you ask me to love you unconditionally just so you can conditionally hug me?...how come loving me causes you such pain and makes me feel like all I've gained are tears?...welled up through the fear I've gained that losing you could destroy me...so let me ask you...why love me?