All the time I wish I didn’t have the ability to hurt you. I wish it was a defect, a talent, a super power; anything.
I wish whatever I do would make you laugh, smile and forget about your problems just like you help me.
I wish you’ll never cry over what I did, the words I said -unconsciously or not- because you’ll never have the reason to.
Can’t you see? You’re so precious to me. If I could, I’d lock you away so nothing can ever hurt you.
I’m so obsessed and possessive, sometimes I scare myself.
There’s something wrong with me.
If only there wasn’t.