i wish you didn’t feel.

i wish you have never been in love,
gotten to feel the palpitations where they don’t belong.

i wish you have never felt heartbreak,
or at least; i wish you had gotten over it.

i wish you weren’t as creative as you really are,
clinging onto the past of horrid dreams.
they enclose me in a box;
“choose me” they whisper, delicately towards your eardrum.

you were wearing headphones. you felt it all.