I wish you wouldn’t call me a nerd,
Or send good morning texts,
And goodnight kisses,
They send the wrong message,
They blur a line I’m dependant on,
I wish you wouldn’t call me that nickname,
The one I say I hate,
Yet love all the same,
It reminds me of anxiety-riddled nights,
And morning’s dedicated to rebuilding,
It reminds me of safety,
I wish you wouldn’t be there for me,
Make promises that you’ve convinced yourself are just words,
You like me on the phone,
Yet when reality hits,
Where are you then?
I wish you weren’t fucked up,
For no other reason than it makes you just that more appealing,
I wish I wasn’t afraid of you,
I wish you wouldn’t follow through,
God, I wish you weren’t so damned good.
A/N: The title has nothing to do with the actual poem, it's an inside joke.