In the shadow of my heart, a tale unfolds,
Where love and hate in conflict reside.
The lines between them blur and mold,
A tempest where my feelings collide.

I see your face in every corner,
A haunting image that won’t fade.
My heart, a prisoner to this mourner,
In love’s cruel, unending parade.

Each smile of yours, a dagger sharp,
Each touch, a poison sweet,
I drown in this emotional tarp,
Torn between retreat and repeat.

How can one heart bear such weight,
Loving you yet filled with disdain?
A paradox I contemplate,
In this bittersweet, endless chain.