I wish you hadn’t tattooed blueprints of our future on my spine, compelling me to believe that forever was within our reach. I wish you hadn’t sworn you’d always hold my hand no matter how the currents try to drown us. I wish you had told me it’d be easy for you to leave the home we’ve been building, for another.
I wish I had known better than to surrender my world to your shaking hands, and allow your promises poison my tomorrows. I wish I hadn’t let you narrate my every mistake until I no longer recognise myself. I wish we’ve been enough.