April

I love you, and because of that, I wish I never met you.
I wish I never saw your curly brown hair,
that way I wouldn't have ever thought about combing my fingers through it.
I wish I never could've heard the way you spoke, that way I couldn't have dreamed of hearing your demanding voice tell me I'm beautiful.
I wish I never saw your tall frame,
that way I couldn't have thought about your long arms wrapping around my waist.
I wish I never touched your skin,
that way I couldn't have known how soft your lips actually were.
But mostly, I wish I never saw you smile, that way I couldn't have wanted to be the reason you did.