Why

Why do I love you so damn much. Why is my heart so stuck on you. You've found someone else. You've moved on. You've said we're done again and again. Still my heart persists.

Why can't I just accept we're through. You don't love me anymore, there's no going back and no going forward, and yet my soul calls out whenever we are near. 

Why are you so beautiful in my eyes. You've cut me down, called me names, made me feel small and weak and useless. Yet everything you do is a dance, a play, and sultry song that heats my blood.

Why won't my mind rebel. It's so logical, it sees the hurt and the pain and knows the facts and reality, but still it sits back and let's my heart run, hope simmer, and desire soar. 

In the end, why not.