Can't Go Back

I came, I loved, I hurt.
I still love. Figured you seeing
that pain would be what made you
itch at considering
engaging in past pleasures,
such as. Over jagged mountains
that love had placed
along our path, only to revisit
the sharpness, accept the chance
of a growing sadness, romance
gone sour.
The power choices have. If I
could come to mind at your most
careless moments, would my
heart be given control by you? I wonder if you
already think of me
but the level of my love just
isn't enough to halt
the pleasures you seek, when that
action I forgave. Those pleasures...
We can't go back.