Epitaph of passion

Loving you was optional,
But falling in love with you wasn’t,
Loving you was within the limits of my heart,
But love for you was a matter of life and death.

But now he’s gone,
Everything,
All the love, care and obsession,
Everything is gone,
I gave you my everything,
But you threw it in a pretty box,
Played with him,
And threw it back in my face,
As if it were a temporary gift.

But now he’s gone,
Everything,
All the love, care and obsession,
Everything is gone,
But, the pain that inflicted my sincere and vulnerable soul deep, is not,
It still hurts,
Such pain, which dictates both my bleeding heart and my demented mind.

I think,
That not everything is over,
I guess my feelings just veered off to another route,
The route of hate.