“I wish I’d never even met you.”
That’s the very last thing I ever said to you.
I remember how your face fell,
Your teeth clenching to hold back tears.
You told me I didn’t mean it,
But I swore to you that I did.
We both knew that was a lie,
I could never hate you.
But in a sick,
My wish was granted.
But god, do I wish I could take it back.