I Hate How Much I Love Your Sound

A cycle of poems «The Night Won’t Let Me Forget You»

The phone lights up, I hear your voice,
A bittersweet and twisted choice.
It pulls me in, then lets me down,
I hate how much I love your sound.

Every word’s a sharp-edged flame,
Burning deep, but calling your name.

I hate how much I love your sound,
It lifts me up just to bring me down.
Like waves that crash but never drown,
I’m lost in echoes all around.
I hate how much I love your sound,
It’s poison sweet that I have found.

Your laughter rings inside my head,
A melody I can’t forget.
It haunts the nights, it fills the day,
A song I wish would fade away.

I try to run, but I’m spellbound,
Caught in the grip of your haunting sound.

I hate how much I love your sound,
It lifts me up just to bring me down.
Like waves that crash but never drown,
I’m lost in echoes all around.
I hate how much I love your sound,
It’s poison sweet that I have found.

If silence is the cure I need,
Why does your voice plant every seed?
A bittersweet, relentless tide,
I’m drowning here, nowhere to hide.

I hate how much I love your sound,
It lifts me up just to bring me down.
Like waves that crash but never drown,
I’m lost in echoes all around.
I hate how much I love your sound,
It’s poison sweet that I have found.

So here I stay, spellbound and bound,
I hate how much I love your sound.