In the quiet moments of night, I see
A heart torn by love’s cruel strife,
Where once was warmth now stands a plea,
As shadows dance, cutting like a knife.

The whispers of memories, sweet yet bitter,
Weigh heavy on this fragile soul,
Each thought, a flame that flickers,
Consuming joy, leaving a gaping hole.

How can love transform to such disdain?
A twisted path where emotions collide,
In every heartbeat, echoes of pain,
As love’s gentle touch begins to divide.

Yet in this turmoil, a lesson lies,
That love and hate, so closely entwined,
Teach the heart to see through different eyes,
A journey of healing, where truth we find.