Unsure

Third time around,
is this solid ground?
Or another one of your games,
putting pictures in frames?
Then ripping them off the wall, crushing and smashing them all.
Smirking as I cry,
asking "Why baby, why?"
Yeah, I know it's not smart,
letting you back in my heart.
I don't know why I do this,
the thought leaves me amiss.
But with the simplest graze of your finger,
the feeling lingers,
leaving me wanting more,
even tho I'm unsure.
And I love the way that you smell,
and the way that you tell,
the world that you love me,
your never ashamed of me.
But even tho,
I still don't know.