Why?

And now it seems that I’ll see you again,
Against my better judgment and what I know would be best.
I can’t deny the joy of way back when,
In face of the pain, I’ll again put my heart to the test.
I swear I will promise myself to be fully yours,
I’ll resist my instinct for preservation.
I’ll unlock the safety of insecurity doors,
In slim hope of the pursued grand illation.
If you promise, I will be able to cope,
With this almost curtain chance of destruction in steady pursuit of what I now solely yearn.
I’ve played it safe in fear of pain’s power and scope,
“The discretion and futility of hope, we try over and over only to return.”