Just plain why?

Why?

Why do we still care when our hearts are broke?
The words that they have said; we choke;
Is it the feeling that we are now left alone;
Even though from all the hurt that they have shown. 

The lies and days wondering when will they call;
Wondering if they remember us at all. 
We wait for them like a dog wants z treat;
Just to know the next time; when will we meet. 

Why?

Why do we wish them to come back to us?
Even though they will stick us under the bus. 
Is it because it's all that we have learned?
Do we like the pain? Do we like the burn?

It seems we go back to where it all began;
That one day that they gave us their hand. 
To feel that touch that we needed so much;
Now we lie to ourselves: it's used as a crutch. 

Why?

Why do we still have them in our life?
Even though thru the chaos and strife. 
We still reach out for their hand;
Just to look at us funny and not understand. 

Twisted and torn they left our heart;
Not knowing that they consumed it for the most part. 
Once you were friends before lovers;
More and more lies as it uncovers. 

Why?

Why do we still see them when they don't seem sought;
All the love they once gave us...we thought. 
We ask ourselves as we look up above;
Their is only one reason...we are still in love. 

Hopeless romantic: