I hate you for the silence, the cold void you left,
Yet part of me still waits for the warmth of your breath.
I’m shattered by the games, the lies in your smile,
But there’s a piece of me that longs for you all the while.

I walked away from a life, my heart in your hands,
Believing in the fire, in things we had planned.
Now I’m drowning in questions, both bitter and sweet,
Wishing I could forget you, yet craving your heat.

I’m angry, I’m broken, but still I can’t flee,
The part of my soul that’s chained to what we could be.
I want to scream at the ghost you’ve become,
Yet I miss you in moments I thought I’d be numb.

Did you ever love me, or was it a game?
I burn with the anger, but still whisper your name.
I hate how I love you, how I can’t let you go,
Even though you left me in your silent shadow.

I’m torn between healing and holding on tight,
Caught in the crossfire of wrong and what feels right.
I don’t know if I’ll ever untangle this mess,
But somehow, through it all, I still feel your caress.