i hate (i love) to hate (to love) to hate (to love) to hate you (to love you)

I wish I could say I miss you, but the truth is more complex, more blue. In the quiet corners of memory, I find the echos of us, a shattered symphony.

The moment I stop thinking of you, the hues of yearning fade, this is true. Once a sapphire, sharp and deep, now softened, like twilight’s gentle sweep.

The seconds slugged by, relentless and cold, yet my thoughts clung to you. I yearn for silence, an escape from the noise, I wish for solace, away from chaos, the world’s endless toys.

The eye of the storm eludes my grasp, instead, I’m caught in a swirling rasp. Drowning, grasping for breath in the center, should I have let go? Would that have been better?

I am the aftermath, the quiet aftermath, when the storms subside, leaving paths. You tested my heart, pulled it from my chest, and now I’m left with scars, a love better left unexpressed.

Trust shattered, pride swallowed whole, lessons learned in the fire’s searing coal. Yet amidst pain’s icy grip, a fragile refrain, love persists: a stubborn bloom in the rain.

The world fractures, rips apart, yet love endures, thawing the frozen heart. In this unforgiving dance of joy and strife, love finds its place, etching hope into life.