A Golden Wish
I wish.
I wish and I wish and I wish and I wish.
I wish I was happy.
I wish she wasn't what made my days feel shorter and my love for life anew.
I wish i could move on.
I wish she wasnt gone.
I wish I didn't hate myself
I wish I was me.
I know I've been living in my skin and ny mind.
But, it's never Me.
It's never the person I know is deep down inside of me.
The person I haven't even met yet.
The person I wish i could trade places with.
Maybe then I could be happy.
But, when she left she took my happiness.
It wasn't her fault, but mine.
And yet, she still has the happiness I felt with her. The love, the hope, the pain, everything I felt so deeply with her.
Like that person, that true Me, deep down, had finaly used his voice as he heard her's.
But now she's gone, and she still has that little voice. The voice of the Me, the true Me.
And I try to move on. I move literally every day. Constantly working and exercising to never feel the peice of Me that was stripped away.
But, distractions only do so much, the love I still have for her is there and the urge to stare into her eyes is as strong as it was almost three months ago.
I still love her more than anything.
But I wish.
I wish she felt the same.