if a genie
granted me
three wishes...

the first would be
to never have met you.

my second wish
well, i don't think
i need any more.

i was already miserable
and always will be.

because money
i can earn them.

because fame
well, i don't like them.

because love
i had them.

i had you.

now i don't want them
not you
not anymore.

eyes squeezed tight
like my bones in this hole
away from it all