What I Want

What I want is what I can't have will never see. I've said it before. I wish you were me. I wish you could be me just for a day, but not with your thoughts, but with me. To be completely and utterly me. You'd probably crumble or maybe you wouldn't. Maybe I'm just relentlessly stubborn, but if you knew what I felt and have always felt since day one, you wouldn't do or have done what you have. You talk of this sea of possibility you gravitate to and how you're a people person, but a person came to you in their most vulnerable state. What did you do? And what did you continue to do when all was said and done and things escalated to such a point that egos were bruised and feelings were hurt? No, I don't take full responsibility for this mess. A lot of this shit was you. I wish you knew what it felt like. But most of all, I wish it would happen to you. All of you. If you were in my shoes, you wouldn't think it was so funny anymore.