I love him so much.
With a force that tears through my chest,
a longing that burns and consumes me.
I hate him…
For the silence, the absence,
for the promises he never made, but I believed anyway.
I despise him…
For making me forget who I am,
for leaving me waiting, for not seeing me.
…And yet, I keep falling in love with him…
As if every wound could be forgiven,
as if every return to the beginning was fate.
And here I am,
caught between love and rage,
trapped in an echo only I can hear.
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illusions
Poetry"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
