Every time I see you, butterflies invade my core,
Fluttering in my stomach, shaking me to my very core.
Oh, how I wish it were rage, burning in my chest,
But no, it's something deeper, a love I can't protest.

I hate you, yes, I hate what you've done,
Shattering my soul, leaving me undone.
And yet, despite the pain, despite the despair,
I cannot find it within me to truly declare.

For within the depths of my being, I still hold on,
To the memories we shared, to the love that has gone.
You don't care, it's evident, it cuts like a knife,
But my heart clings to hope, refusing to lose its life.

As you move on, finding solace in a new embrace,
Soothing your wounds, stepping towards a better space,
Here I remain, immersed in the melancholy gloom,
Tears as my companions, a shattered heart filling my room.

I yearn, oh how I yearn, to cease this love I feel,
To rid myself of the ache, letting my heart heal.
But alas, it's not a choice, for love has marked my path,
And in loving you, I wove my own tumultuous aftermath.

Foolishly, I entrusted my heart to your care,
Unaware of the pain that I would have to bear.
Now I stand here, forsaken and torn apart,
Haunted by the echoes of our once united heart.

Letting go seems impossible, an option I can't take,
Bound to this love, like a sailor to a forsaken lake.
So I'll carry this burden, as heavy as it may be,
For falling in love with you, dear, was my fallacy.

Every time I see you, my heart trembles and aches,
Longing for a love that has vanished, no longer at stake.
But I'll learn to mend, to find strength once again,
For in the ashes of my love, a new beginning shall commence.
© cynfully