I'll cover my wounds for you but you'll dig them greener and my uncouth heart would want it more,
I'll complain about the pain each time and leave you,
but would hanker it again
Why?
because that's the epitome of an onerous lesson.
I would punish me for not learning anything each time I see your face and hear your voice.
Later I realise how important it was for me to learn anything at all and so I walk in this loop of indecisiveness, failures and attainments. Everytime.
