I tried to hate you,

tried to wrap my heart in anger
and let it burn for all the things
we’ll never be.
But every time I try,
I end up smiling at the thought of you
like you’re still a part of me
I can’t cut out.

We never broke,
we just never fit.
Like two stars in different galaxies,
fighting to collide but never quite reaching.
You were never the reason I cried,
but you were the reason I couldn’t stop.
The reason I knew
we could never be.

We were always just..
too much of everything we shouldn’t be.
We were fire and water,
hurricanes and stillness,
chasing each other in circles
and never once touching.

I should be angry.
I should resent the space
between where I am
and where you’ll never be.
I should curse the distance
we never crossed,
the words that never came,
the love that never stayed.

But I don’t hate you.
I never could.
Because in the quiet of my chest,
there’s still a part of me
that carries you around
like a song I can’t forget,
even though I know
we’ll never dance to it together.

I hate that I can’t hate you,
even when the truth is clear,
we just can’t be.
But I’d carry you through lifetimes of this
just to never have to let go.

And that’s the most ******-up part of all.