I Keep Falling in Love with You.

Even when it feels hopeless to change you, it happens. We seem to do this from time to time, both of us helplessly stubborn, one hurting the other without meaning to but remaining stubborn while the other can't fathom the pain. It happens. Even months after the strife, we pick up the same issues and things to disagree upon, disagreeing vehemently but never willing to succumb to argue, let alone label it as a fight. It makes me wonder. Only once did you ever walk away from me in tears and I never let you do it again. Only once did you ever seek my silence and it nearly destroyed me. Is that what love is supposed to include? Your soul hopefully thrashing about against itself in an attempt to volley some of its turmoil away from itself only to calm once more at the sight of you? How argument demolish who I am but all I want is the mere notion of your presence? It's insane, insane really. Love drives the human soul insane. 

Insane to keep something so volatile, so unpredictable. Something so destructive yet salvaging at the same time; to ludicrously desire for pleasure that which can injure. Love in and of itself is a paradox, a mad paradox that humans can't get enough of. So, yes, I keep on falling in love with and I can't help myself. But in the end, why would I want to?