Why, after everything,
Do I still find myself wishing
You were next to me,
Despite the scars you left behind?

In each small detail of my day,
Your memory clings like a shadow,
Haunting the quiet corners,
Reminding me of what we once had.

In love, there’s a bitter edge;
I hate you, truly, babe,
Yet my heart, stubborn and naïve,
Cries out in longing...