Hatred spills from his lips as my cries of agony engulf the atmosphere,

My affection is his weakness, my love for him is shackles clinging to his rapid pulse,

He will never love you, you're the guilt that is etched into the cracks of walls becoming thicker each time they are broken down,

Give up, they say

I don't love you, he says

You're consumed in the obsession of his smile painted across his eloquent features so effortlessly that you thought he was a mirage.