Painfully

I wish I were... 

I wish I were your last thought. 

The one who slip away your sweatest memories, and drives through you wildest roads of deep, hidden desires.

I wish my arms were the branches that supported your body and soul while getting aged, tiredsome.

I wish I were your last hope. 

I wish you were always there for me. 

The one I see right before the sun rises up, and take my hand and beg for me to stay in bed.

I wish I could swim and get lost in your eyes whenever I needed a getaway.

I wish your eyes were the last thing I see. 

The one who made you want to be a better man.

I wish I were the exeption of the rule, the challenge, the tears of happiness in your eyes and mine, the shiver in your back and the tremble in your hands.

I wish I were the girl you'd fight your most important battle.

I wish I didn't cry so much.

I wish I didn't have to turn aside. 

I wish I didn't surrender 

I wish I didn't feel this painful obsession. 

I wish I were a little bit like all of those (you loved...) 

I wish I didn't have to go away.