What is it about you?
You got me addicted to you.
You came into my life and made me remember the beat of the butterflies' dance inside my stomach.
I was desperate for a sparkle and you blew up the most magical fireworks.
You put me high in the sky.
And let me fall.
Things got complicated, you were confusing.
Your heart was a maze, your mind a puzzle.
I wasn't able to doubt you (to be honest I didn't want to).
You began acting hot, then cold, then hot again.
I thought the circle had no end.
So you put an end.
As soon as I was able to patch my torn-apart pieces together, feel my heart beat as it used to,
You returned, playing your little games you easily manipulated my thoughts once again.
However this time I know, your visit is a short one.
My heart being ripped apart is unavoidable.
I won't resist you.
I only want to ask you:
Why did you come back?