Inner Struggles

Love can so easily turn into something mean,
as they say love and hate are separated by a fine thin line.
Everything almost turned into hate,
so much so that it gives me nightmares in my sleep.

All the what-ifs,
I thought through,
didn’t help to alleviate my pain at all.
A lost is a lost,
losing somebody so close to you,
I’ve been through it more than once.

I start slapping myself,
telling myself enough is enough.
And you, watching by the side,
would probably hope I heal with time passing by.

No, I still can’t.
My inner self refuses to budge.