You’re a mess, I confess, I despise you in the best kind of way.

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.

You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest.

And I don’t even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.

I’m mistaken….

for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.

A WISH

Sometimes I wish
that he will live
and I will see him.

But mostly I wish
that he will die, and take
my memories with him.