Wishes
I wish that you had noticed me,
I shouldn't be surprised
I was just another bard,
Not special in your eyes.
I wish that I had gone with you,
I wish that you'd stayed here.
No demon masks and other tasks
And hateful lies to hear.
I wish that I had only said
How dear you are to me.
I gave the job to others
It's too late now, I fear.
I sometimes wish that you weren't quite
So honour-bound and true.
That honour's twisted cage-bars now,
A scourge made just for you.
I ought to just give up, go home,
Don't matter any more,
That you were all my joy and how
I'm broken at the core.
I wish I knew what's left to say,
I've dug myself in deep.
I leave you to your lot, and me
To shattered, dream-choked sleep.
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(OC Author - Ni Claydon)