I Hope, I Know, I Wish

I hope your parents hate her and wish she was me.

I hope your family whispers their remorse for her appearence behind her back.

I hope she doesn't feel welcome, and I hope you feel it too.

I hope you finally have to take her away from them because they hate her presence there so God damned much.

I hope you both die in a fucking tragedy on the way home, your blood red jeep is found in the gravely ditch, both of you dead on impact.

I hope, I hope I mean all of this, even though I know I don't.

I know that I don't hate you, and I know that I don't hate her.

I know that your family is much to beautiful and amazing to ever whisper awful things behind her.

I know they probably welcomed her with open arms, not giving a petty little thought to my memory.

I know that you both won't die, and honestly don't wish that.

I wish I honestly wanted all of that to happen.

I wish that I was that vengeful and that full of hate.

But I'm not, and I honestly want you to be happy.

It just hurts that I was right.

[I didn't want to be right.]