Why must i be hurt?

 We have done this dance before, you the feline me the mouse. I keep hoping that we can be together. You keep telling me that we can, but when I get close I feel threatened. My mind is on verge of falling of that great gap which leads to insanity. My body yearns to be close to yours. But my heart is riddled with the scars of your striking lies. You bate me with your cheeses and even mend the wounds of you past attacks. I know we could make it work, if only you could see that what I am offering is more then a feast. I am but a mouse that trusted, why must I be hurt?