Owner of my Soul

I hate myself for loving you
in that unexplainable way
I hate how the tears leak for you
how the tears flow more so every day.

I hate how I long for your touch
and I hate how you gave my life its meaning, and even now after your gone, the love for you is steaming.

I hate how the depression controls my life, and I hate how you recovered from the pain, did I impact your life at all? Or are you still the same?

I hate how your eyes expose my soul, and how my soul quivers when you touch me, I hate how I still need you, how much I still want us to be.

Every single flower
wilts when I think of you
every single love song
makes my broken heart
split in two.

Every single blue bird
can't bring me a smile
can't remember when I was happy
it's been such a long while.

I'm feeling so alone
and I wish someone could cast away my feel, did he really descend my life, is this dream for real?

I hear his voice from miles way
I still feel his hands and embrace
everywhere I seem to go
it seems he's left a trace.

Whenever I hear my own laughter
I remember his super laugh
then the depression empowers
and my heart breaks again in half.

And here I sit drawing an angel
hoping I'll be his wife
I'll be waiting the day he comes back, I hope we'll be living one life.

And here I sit like an angel
the years till he comes back, seven
but maybe physically I won't love him, yet he'll own my soul once in heaven.