Why Do I Do This To Myself?

Why do I do this to myself?
This taunting of the heart?
Looking back...Thinking back...
On what used to be so important...
Who was so important then...

What is it I wonder, 
That really keeps me still.
Frozen in a moment that 
Once was, and will never be.

So how bout this time I get real
And figure out that what once was
Is nothing but a memory in the past
That now should be forgotten with...
Just about everything else that went
Oh-So-Very Wrong in my life.

I guess it's the feeling I still hold on to..
The one where you feel like someone
Actually cares about you...when
Someone gives you that attention
And desire that you've never bothered to
Feel.

Whatever the true meaning of that is.
I wont ever admit to it. However...
It's the curiosity that gets me...
And brings me to that moment..

That moment of first love.
That moment of first real 
           Heartbreak.

Let's Just Get Over It Already!!!!!