Wasted Love

I trace the scars you left behind,

Invisible ink etched on my heart’s design.

You ghosted me, yet your memory lingers, refusing to take flight.

I hate the way my heart still yearns.

For a love that burned and never tried to return.

Now I’m left with ashes, an incomplete whole.

Wasted love… a bitter-sweet refrain.

I curse the phase that aligned our paths and pain.

You fucking hurt me, left me shattered and torn.

But damn it, I still love you for some reason even though I mourn.

I drown in memories of whispered secrets, promises once broken.

Your absence echoes through empty nights,

Yet my foolish heart clings to your fading light in my life.

I hate the way my dreams still hold your face and fingers trace your skin.

Wasted love... a haunting melody in this desolate space.

You were my moon, pulling my tides.

Now I’m stranded on this shore, my love’s silent guide.

Oh, wasted love, a cruel cosmic jest, I wear your absence like a tattered vest.

You vanished, leaving me lost and adrift,

But damn it, I still love you, despite the rift.

Maybe I’m a masochistic, a glutton for pain,

Chasing shadows, dancing in the rain.

I scream at the universe, demanding why,

Why does love linger when it’s time to say goodbye.

Oh, wasted love, a twisted masquerade,

I curse the echoes of the promises we both made.

You tore me apart, left me gasping for breath,

But damn it… I still love you, even in death.

So here’s my bitter-sweet symphony,

A requiem for love lost, a broken reverie.

I hate that I love you, but its etched in my veins,

Wasted love, a haunting refrain that remains.