Cursed By Love

The irony cuts like a blade unseen,

Loving you was where the hurt began.

Each tender word, each hopeful plea,

Was met with pain you gave to me.

I stayed, believing love could mend,

That I could heal you, be your end.

But every touch, every glance I gave,

Only dug my heart into its grave.

So I let you go to break the chain,

To free myself from endless pain.

But two years on, the truth won't hide—

I still love you, though I’ve tried.

How cruel it feels, this wretched fate,

To love the one who taught me hate.

Your ghost is etched beneath my skin,

A battle I am doomed to never win.

The irony’s bitter, sharp and clear:

Without you, the hurt is still right here.

I chose myself to find my peace,

Yet the ache of you will never cease.

I loved you with all I had to give,

A love so deep, it won’t forgive.

And though you broke me, piece by piece,

My cursed heart will never release.

To love you was a fateful scar,

A wound that lingers, stretched too far.

No matter the years, no matter the time,

You remain the ache that’s solely mine.

I’m trapped in the love I gave so true,

Bound to a life still mourning you.

And though I know I had to part,

I’m cursed forever by my own heart.

~RMC