Wish

I’ve racked my brain

With endless poems and words

Written by broken hearts and empty souls.

I thought these pieces would string together

Exactly how i feel

In the middle of the night

When I can’t sleep.

After reading so many emotions and stories,

I realized none of them were the right key for the lock.

Our story is not one already told.

We were never even together;

That bitter occurrence haunts me when I lie in bed at night,

Wondering what could’ve been but never was.

I wish I could stop clinging to the memories that have remained still in my mind,

And our old conversations paint a picture of our bright hour that lost light too soon.

You never hurt me, but I wish you did.

I wish I could hate you for leaving me,

But I never had you, so how could I?

I wish I could turn back time and do all the things I swore I couldn’t do.

Then, maybe, you would’ve been mine

And this poem would be floating in the air waiting for a broken heart that wasn’t yet broken.

I wish your name wouldn’t roll so bitterly off my tongue

And I wish I could say that you didn’t treat me so well,

So I could have a reason to tear away all our memories.

I wish I didn’t crave your hand intertwined with mine,

Using your thumb to rub mine so gently,

As we lay in the dark, silently.