Sometimes I wish I could tell you things. Sometimes I wish I could write better. Sometimes I wish I could kiss you. Sometimes I wish I had perfect teeth. Sometimes I wish I could sleep with you. Sometimes I wish I could go back to NY. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a toxic person. Sometimes I wish I could *******. Sometimes I wish I didn’t hate people. Sometimes I wish I could buy everything I want. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t been born at all. Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t be lonely at night.
My word, my love, my owl My perfect word My torture, my desire, my madness The sanity in losing my mind Your smile, your eyelashes, your hugs My anguish, my care, my passion Our kisses, the words, our sea