I ache for the days when the guilt
builds up inside of you,
and hope
that you tell her the truth.

I hope the things I say
pang your heart
in remembrance
of what we shared together.

I will forever be grateful
that I was able to experience
what it truly feels like
to care.

With the amount of love
I bear for you
comes so much hate.

I wish I was as evil
as some other people I know
so that I would be able to just
tell her
and end it all.

The hope
that some day
we might be together
is the glue that holds me together.