I wish you were in my arms, coiled in my blankets, entwined.
I wish you liked to come to my house.
I wish you could get along with my son.
I wish you wanted to kiss, touch and be with me as much I do you.
I wish you would say I love you.
I wish you would speak to me in a loving way.
I wish you wouldn’t call me names.
I wish you wouldn’t make me feel so stupid.
I wish you included me in your life.
I wish I had the courage to walk away.
I wish we hadn’t met.
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