I despise you,
Yet love you all the same.
I feel the thorns pierce my skin,
Yet I allow your flower to grow.
Youâre the cloud I cannot grasp,
The damn anchor thatâs sunk too low.
If I admitted I loved you,
Would your voice echo the phrase?
What if you told me you hated me,
Would my heart be spared the ache?
I wish I never learnt your name,
Or that you ever entered my life.
But my dear, ...