My Personal Frankenstein

There's a poem that haunts me.
It follows me around.
It'll never let me be.
Stalks me like a hound.

I hate it, I love it,
I created it; naive.
An eternal flame I have lit.
Peace I will never achieve.

It tells the story of a love,
That I once had.
That rose above,
All that was sad.

I don't regret it,
Love felt amazing at the time.
It made us both so happy,
It even caused us to rhyme.

That's where I went wrong.
I shouldn't have written it down.
Our eternal love was murdered;
But to it I am permanently bound.