Why

My best and worst
comes out in you
this reaction
is nothing new
the love and hate
have as of late
left my heart
in a state of rage
it's ragged and tattered
on the floor
always searching for something more
it delights in nothing nice
always it's own sacrifice
living only yet to die
and yet finds itself asking why
why to love
and why to lose
why to hate
and why to choose
why to learn
and why to leave
why to give
and why recieve
if all is ripped
at a passing glance
will it ever learn to dance?