The Masterpiece

You stole my future.
Tormented my past.
Currently cloud my present.
A question, I must ask.
Why?
Why do I still love you?
Why would I crawl back?
Why? After all this bullshit...
Can I not see past?
Past all the harm,
and chaos you have brought.
Past all the lies and deceit?
It really is an art.
An artist of pitiful lives,
that is what you are.
Sad to see I'm your masterpiece.
And I'm the one at fault.