Naivete

I remember when nostalgia crawled up to me at dusk,
and the ice-cold memories wafted into my body.
He was what I lived and breathed for.
Without him - I'm missing my oxygen.

Replaying his words in my head
still make me shiver in a panic.
His heartless, stabbing phrases
are tattooed on my arm, as a reminder.

I loathe him even though I still love him.
How can I feel two conflicting emotions
at the exact same time?
He didn't deserve my love.

I was young and naive,
and let him take everything,
my heart, my life, my innocence.
I punch myself daily for it.

Though my heart is currently on pause,
I pray that one day it will beat again.