I wish she wasn’t a trigger
I wish every time I saw her I don’t imagine her death
I wish I could I admit that I was in love with you
Instead of high five you for your latest conquest
I wish you choose me…every time
And not only because I’m present
I wish Father Time stopped playing games
I wish we stopped playing games.
I hate that I love you
And that I compare every man to you.
I hate being in love with the idea of you
Instead of the actual you.
I hate that you don’t have your shit together
I wish you had your shit together
I wish when you do, that you’ll choose me
I hate that I know you won’t
And that you’ll choose another her
That her type is the prize
And that I’ll never be.