The REAL Why

Seems like forever, now, I've been asking myself why.
Why do I love you so fucking much?
Why am I so compelled to love you-
In spite of the pain you've caused me?
Why do I come back to you, every time you ask me to?

Took me a minute, but I know why.
You made me love you.
You're good at that.
You made me hate you.
You're good at that, too.
And when you realized just what purpose I would serve,
You made me love you.

I always thought you might ask why.
Why I love you so fucking much.
But you already know why.
You made me.

My, love, you never will, but you should.
Ask why.
And as you won't, so I will answer.

I love you as I do
Because I loved you before you ever uttered a word.
The charm was wasted on me.
Taking it away, wasted, too.
Because, my love,
You already owned my heart,
Before you ever even thought to own my mind.

DeAnna Lynn Arzola