Cruel

I wish you were
The stupid milk toothed child
That played knots n crosses
On the last page of an innocent notebook.

I wish you wore
The morals of a superhero
That we all adored in days
Of simple troubles and nights of psychedelic sleep.

I wish you laughed
With me at our common enemies
That made me cry or made you
Cry and we gently  promised
We would rip their guts.

I wish you didn't mean it
With your eyes and your veins
And a twisted lip

That you hate me so purely

Murderous, venomous

Torturous

Hate.