Why is it that
Hearing your tortured breaths
Only made me pine for you more

How can I go ardently hating you
When you are still,
a part of me

Hating you was naive
It was like hating a part of me
That longed for love

The sweetest revenge
Would be to let you go
To let you writhe alone in oblivion
Until you disappear in a wisp of smoke
And that would be the perfect death