The thought is always the same

Sabotage me,
my thoughts
- they do.
Reminding me,
of the old you.
I see your face,
and the youth in your eyes.
To think I was once close to you,
my god, why?
 
You're  rotten on the inside,
but handsome as the day.
You're still a charmer,
it is like you never age.
Every time I think of you,
the thought is always the same.
 
"I once loved a mad man,
and he brought me much pain."