“I think I love you cause you are always in my mind…” You stayed in my head like a song on repeat, In every small silence, in every heartbeat, In words I don’t say and dreams incomplete, Like something I couldn’t leave behind. I called it love ‘cause it felt so strong, ‘Cause you were there whether right or wrong, Like every thought somehow belonged To a place where your name was signed. But love should feel clear, not undefined… So why did it feel like I was just confined? “However if I hated you, you’d still be in my mind…” And that’s when the feeling started to twist, Like something important I might’ve missed, ‘Cause hate could linger just like this, Same thoughts I couldn’t escape. Same late-night echoes, same rewind, Same way you stayed, same ties that bind, So how could I tell what I felt inside If both left the same kind of shape? Was it love… or just something that wouldn’t break? “Hate tends to be synonymous with love…” They say both burn with equal flame, Different words but a similar pain, One pulls you close, one pushes away, But both keep calling your name. Both stay loud when silence grows, Both leave marks that never quite close, Both make you feel more than you chose, Like losing and winning the same. So I stayed stuck in that in-between game… Not sure which feeling I could claim. “If hate is the opposite of love… then why don’t I hate you once love is gone?” Then one day it all went still, No heavy heart, no restless will, No urge to fight, no need to feel, Just quiet where you had been. No anger left, no tears to hide, No burning thoughts I held inside, No love, no hate, no place to decide, Like you never lived within. And that’s when I saw what it really meant— a memory you don’t chase