I wish you knew I hate you. I wish it wasn’t true, how I miss you. I wish you’d die of dysentary. I wish there was a beaten path for us. I wish you’d let me move on. I wish you’d do something drastic instead of just making sure I still care. I wish you’d realize how crazy this whole thing makes me. I wish you knew in my head most men cannot measure up to you. I wish they knew this too. I wish you knew that I am not waiting anymore. I wish you knew how you will settle for the opposite of me in the end. I wish she would come along and make you her problem. I wish she knew how I will still be able to have you if I want. I wish you knew how all this insanity, this self inflicted grief makes me that more inclined to go home with them while thinking about you. I wish there were more to it than stolen moments and hours of conversation. I wish you would shout into my face how you felt. I wish there was less of me to write this. I wish there were more of you to respond. I wish this didn’t sound so pathetically dramatic. I wish you were here. I wish I’d never met you. I wish you didn’t fit so perfectly. I wish I could make you stop because it hurts so good.