i hate that war inside my head,
battling love with pain, day and night.
each memory cuts like a knife,
each word inflicts another wound,
yet this stupid dear heart holds onto you.
i hate how i see myself in the mirror,
every morning when i wake up,
weak and pleading,
a shadow of who i once was,
wondering why i let you tear me down.
i hate those moments of false hope,
when your lips utter sweet lies,
filling my mind with delusions,
only to be met with your cold indifference,
leaving me even more desperate.
i hate when i dream of escape,
a life free from your haunting shadow.
guilt chokes me, fear grips me,
at the thought of leaving you,
wondering if i would ever find myself again without you.
but then, realization hits,
and i loathe how i cling to a past,
to a version of you that no longer exists.
it's terrifying how i can't leave you,
how i feel i'd lose myself if i lost you.
i hate that i love you so much.
