Poetry: “I Hate You, I Love You”

I love you for the way you made me sing, finding melodies in the chaos of my soul.

I hate you for the silence you imposed, the melody stolen, leaving me with a broken tune.

I love you for the way you danced in the rain, a free spirit twirling with the heavens.

I hate you for the storms you brought, leaving me drenched in the bitter cold apathy of yours.

I love you for the way sunlight danced in your hair, a golden halo crowning your mischief.

I hate you for the shadows you cast, leaving me lost in the labyrinth of your moods.

I love you for the whispered promises, galaxies blooming in your eyes.

I hate you for the unspoken doubts, black holes swallowing my trust.

I love you for the searing touch that branded me yours.

I hate you for the phantom heat, scorching me with your absence.

I love you for the whispered “forever” that painted rainbows in my mind.

I hate you for the eraser strokes, smudging the canvas of my dreams.

I love you for the proposal, a fragile butterfly taking flight.

I hate you for the crushed wings, the flutter of betrayal in your eyes.

I love you for the stolen kisses, constellations etched on your lips.

I hate you for the silence, the cold vacuum where your warmth once resided.

I love you for the laughter that echoed in the canyons of my soul.

I hate you for the tears that carved rivers of sorrow in my heart.

I love you for the way you saw me, a shattered mirror pieced together by your gaze.

I hate you for the cracks you widened, the jagged edges of my broken self.

I hate you for the wedding march that stole your cadence, the vows that silenced our own.

I hate you for the tears I hold back, the salt burning my throat, the fire of jealousy licking at my sanity.

But even in the inferno, a flicker of understanding rises from the ashes.

I hate you for your flaws, yes, but I hate them because I know mine own, the dance of darkness that mirrored yours.

And in the end, I will hate you till the last ragged breath leaves my lungs, my heart a fist clenched against your fake words.

But even in the hate, a phantom kiss lingers on my lips, the memory of your love an ember that refuses to die.

For I am damned to love you, even in the pyre of your betrayal, even in the cathedral of your new life.

And that, my love, is the cruellest twist of all.

I hate you for the silence that now rings in my ears, the echo of your joy now another’s to claim.

I love you for the poetry you painted in my mind, stanzas of forever etched in starlit ink.

I hate you for the eraser you wielded, wiping the poems from our pages, leaving me with blank, hollow chapters.

I hate you for the vows you took, the promises etched in another’s palm, the ink staining my heart.

But even in the abyss, a whisper of forgiveness stirs in the silence

I hate you for the whispers that haunt my dreams, your phantom touch a brushfire bright,

But even flames fade in the desert wind, leaving embers glowing in the night.

I hate you for the silence that screams your name, a melody forever incomplete,

But silence holds its own music, a symphony where healing finds its seat.

This is the ending, where I leave the book of us unread,

With chapters blank and whispers soft, a future yet unsaid.

I’ll carry you in echoes, a phantom in the hall of time,

But the love I choose now, my love, is the love that’s truly mine.

So go, and live your story, beneath a sunlit, distant shore.