Wish in one hand, shit in the other. See which fills up first.

I wish you could
have been honest  
from the beginning.  
  
I wish I hadn’t    
fallen for the    
sick machinations  
of a couple of  
sadistic fucks  
who deserve    
one another.  
   
I wish the two  
of you hadn’t    
used me as meat,  
to be burned in  
sacrifice just    
because the    
smell is pleasant.  
   
I wish you’d given    
me that choice.  
   
But I was the    
bad guy.  
   
I wish I’d known.  
   
I would have bought    
a cape    
and a mustache,    
one with curly  
ends so I could  
twist them like  
a black-and-white    
movie villain.  
I have that flair    
for the dramatic    
you know.  
   
I wish I’d known  
I was a self-absorbed  
controlling    
blackmailer.  
Who knew?!  
   
Or that you    
laughed about me  
every fucking  
day.  
   
That was a kick  
in the dick  
I wish I didn’t  
have to take.    
   
And fuck my life  
if I don’t wish you…  
   
well.  
   
I wish you well.
 
I wish you    
get the bike,  
write the book,  
break the chains,  
leave the past.    
   
I wish you would  
Heal.  
Find rain.  
Find the shore.  
   
You were more than  
words on the  
screen.  
   
I wish.  
   
   
   
I wish.