I wish that every time you walked away,
it got easier to let you go.
I wish that when you lied,
I wouldn’t know the difference.
But somehow, it seems, it only gets harder.

I won’t dwell on it,
for I’ve learned not to mess with Fate.
I won’t beg you to stay,
for I recognize your desires.
I won’t take you back,
for I don’t go against my will.

Avoiding the truth makes it no better,
but sometimes it lessens the agony.
However, in the long run, the pain will just be worse.
If only something could have changed,
if we could have looked past the flaws.
I wish it wasn’t too late.

I wish it didn’t hurt so much to lose you.