The wounds you inflicted, a never-ending pain,
Deeper than any physical scar, a heart forever in vain.
Our relationship, a barren land, devoid of love's sweet rain,
I yearned to reciprocate the hurt, to make you feel the same.
But alas, I failed, for we were worlds apart,
Our hearts, two discordant notes, that refused to beat as one from the start.
I swallowed every painful blow, every backstabbing deceit,
And let it consume me, a slow-burning fire that refused to cease.
The weight of your indifference, a heavy chain I wore,
A constant reminder of the love we never had, the love I adored.
"I yearned for a gentle balm to soothe the hurt, a fleeting calm from the emotional storm
But like a mirage, it vanished, leaving me to face the heartache.
In this desolate landscape, I wandered, lost and alone,
The shadows of your rejection, my constant, haunting moan.
Still, I clung to a fragile thread of optimism, a faint radiance in the darkness"
A chance that someday, somehow, our hearts would beat in sync, in the still of night.
But like a fleeting dream, it vanished, leaving me to face,
The harsh reality of our love, a love that was never meant to be, a love that was erased.

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