Sometimes

i know this routine,

i know how this story goes,

we've been here before.

you coming at me out of the blue

like a piece of a broken star.

we end in me walking away,

a smile on painted lips,

tears welling up behind glass eyes.

that's right.

i cried for you.

do you really want to drag me back to you?

like a yo yo that always comes back,

because i'm a sucker

for brown eyes and a crooked smile,

and rough hands that don't mind work.

i know how this ends.

been there.

done that.

bought the whole roadside stand of t-shirts.

i can't go back again

can i?

it looks like you're dragging me back,

and its not that im unwilling..

its just that i dont remember the reasons

you did what you do..

and you wont tell me.