In the Next Existence, Perhaps...

In this lifetime, my affection for you knew no bounds.

Yet I hope that in the next, I'll break free from these rounds. I clung to you, battled every storm that came our way, My hands are battered, yet contentment eludes the fray.

Longing for your love, though your heart appears spent, I wept, mourned, and ached, love's pursuit left me spent. But now my tears have all been shed and done, Emotions drained, their course entirely run.

An epiphany has dawned upon me, revealing the paradox within, For as fervently as I yearn for you, a trepidation lies therein. In my most radiant instants, my gaze finds solace in your grace, Yet in tandem, I find my most devastating heartbreak in your embrace.

To see my fixation transform into unbridled abhorrence is the longing within me, Perhaps then, I'll break free from this world-shattering, heart-crushing, mind-rending spree. To be ensconced in an embrace without fractured duality, In the next existence, perhaps...