Oh, How I Love Her Still

Oh, how I love her still… Oh God, how I love her, how I love her still. How painful it is to love you. and yet, I cannot unlove you. Oh girl, if only you knew how much I love you. How do I tell my eyes to stop searching for you every time you pass by? How do I command them to close? to look away, to forget your face? I can’t. It hurts, I can’t. And still… Oh, how I love you. What kind of love is this that grows in pain? The more it breaks, the stronger it becomes. In tears, It learns courage. In silence, It holds on tighter. It feels like a prayer— but one that already knows The answer is “no.” A prayer that rises anyway, even knowing It will not be chosen. Tell me, How does one unlove love? Is that not betrayal to the very heart within you? Is that not the impossible? For I did not just fall for you I fell into love itself. And now, how do I escape What have I become? I cannot unlove love. Because I loved you. Because I love you. Because even now when everything in me breaks, when everything in me aches still, oh, how I love her so much… Oh God, how I do love her still.