It's messed up

FUCKED UP

wild

and

wretched

that I'm (still)

stuck on you.

You-

who was never mine

You-

who was unobtainable

You-

who was what I craved

You...

You?

You-

were never right

for me.

And that should be

enough

for me

to move on,

to let go,

to stop pining.

And yet...

This is still

about me

about you

about a past that

didn't happen

and a future that can't.

I imagined us

I imagined you-

with me,

wanting me-

but you?

You...

You,

never did,

did

you?