I despise you,

Yet love you all the same.

I feel the thorns pierce my skin,

Yet I allow your flower to grow.

You’re the cloud I cannot grasp,

The damn anchor that’s 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, ...

Consciousness wraps itself around me, pulling me out and away from the gentle caress of sleep. Not even the Sun has risen from her slumber, though even through the absence I still feel her warmth creep through the windowsill.

A soft breath ghosts over my back, like the gentle breeze that swoons the flowers and trees.

Despite my aching heart, I can do nothing but allow the smallest of smiles.

...