Still After Her?

Why is it so hard,
to turn and run,
when you haven't gone far,
but still had some fun.

It brings me back,
she went for him,
they visited the sack,
swapped some skin.

Why does it appeal,
to follow her near,
for her skin to feel,
to draw a tear.

Annawan is full,
of the black hearted,
who scrape my skull,
leave me feeling retarded.