Futility

I want many things.

I want to take back the wasted years.

I want him to give a damn about what he did to me when we ended.

I want to grab him by the collar, shake hard and demand, "How COULD you?"

I want him to feel as cheated as I did.

I want my current discontent to have died when my feelings for him died those years ago.

I want to be able to feel without fear.

I want to be able to say, "Goodbye till tomorrow" instead of just, "Goodbye."

I want to be able to remember what it is to be in love, because it scares me that I don't remember.

I want hope to stop wearing away.