September 23, 2010 § 3 Comments
I wish I knew how to be just friends with you. The right amount of being friendly. I wish I knew how to maintain the right distance from you.
I wish it ended with a proper talk between us. I wish there was some truth in your words. I wish there had been some words from you before we let everything burn.
I wish things were still the same, but then I’m betraying reality.
I wish you’re still you, and I’m still me, and we’re still us. But that means I really was being lied to and cheated.
I wish I didn’t think you’re a liar, but I can’t. I wish I don’t think you’re a bad person, but I can’t stop myself. You couldn’t stop yourself.
I’m a bad person, you’re a bad person, aren’t we all bad bad bad?
I wish I was not sorry that we once meant something, but I really am.
I wish I didn’t have regrets because that’s denying our past, but I do.
I regret that we came to know each other.
I regret that we lived each other the way we did. I prefer to not have met you in the first place.
I wish everything was just a stupid dream. You don’t take feelings with you when you get out of a dream. But this, this is a mistake.
We were in too deep, too far, and when everything went crashing we got too damaged.
I wish I had no regret, but I do.