passion without love

will i ever get over the soothing sound of your 
voice? when you’d hold me in bed for 
hours on end, i swear nothing gave me
such a rush of emotions. life was always
better when you’d come around, and
it hurt a little more every time you left.
i can’t say i’m not used to it. it’s always
the same story. i don’t know why i always
say you changed this time to convince myself
things might actually be different. the truth of
the matter is; nothing will be different with
you. it always starts in passion and ends with
bitterness.