How terrible it is
To wish sadness upon the ones who bring you such happiness.
Whether it be justified or not,
It is a crime worth a life.
For one should wish joy
Upon their loved ones.
Not heartbreak to the third degree.
How selfish, how cruel I am
To secretly enjoy the termination
Of the two of you.
But as I first laid eyes on you,
The world, the universe even seemed to make sense.
You were the center of existence
And I could see the energy you give off.
Like a drug, an impenetrable addiction,
I wished for you to belong to me.
Of course, she was there
And of course I had compared
Whether I would be better for you than she could be.
And though I could picture myself with you
And not with her,
I somehow managed to help you with your troubles.
And it killed me, and it kills me still.