When I sit down and allow my thoughts to wander,
I think of you and the freshly healed wound in my heart rips open anew.
I feel like lying down and huddling into a ball,
I feel like crying till you come to sooth the pains.
But I know that will never happen.
My soul burns with passion,
My soul writhes in pain,
My soul burns with the all-consuming fires of hate,
I love you ultimately yet I despise you to the core.
