Wanting so hard to hold on
yet so scarred from before.
Love and hate is a ridiculous bond.
Yet of both we seem to want more.
So confusing we hold them tight,
even as our daggers dig deep.
Not letting go of the love or the fight,
as even in our new love old hurts we seek.
Wanting to forget the past
yet terrified to.
Lest this relationship be just like the last.
and love hoped for turns out not true.
Those that hurt us before win yet again.
As we’re paralyzed by memories of pain.
Suspicions become hardened that every man or woman is like them.
Always afraid to trust or hope, thinking it’ll be more of the same.
Owned before, we thought ourselves free
to go on with our lives toward something more.
But they’ve kept our hearts by breaking our trust you see,
Cause now we  won’t give it again, they own us still just like before.