I Hurt You, I Wish I Never Met You

Your name still lingers softly in the quiet corners of my mind,
Like a memory I try to outrun, but it walks right behind.
We were once something simple, something gentle, something kind,
Now I’m left holding pieces of a love I cannot rewind.

I hate you; I wish I never met you.
You used to feel like home, like warmth I could always return to,
Like every broken part of me somehow made sense with you.
But you changed, or maybe I did—now I don’t know what’s true;
All I know is I’m hurting in ways I never knew.

I hate you; I wish I never met you.
I replay our moments in silence, like a song stuck on repeat,
Every laugh, every touch, every time our hearts would meet.
Now those same memories feel like thorns beneath my feet—
Beautiful but painful—bittersweet and incomplete.

I hate you; I wish I never met you.
I wish I could forget you as easily as you let me go,
Erase every feeling, every place, every “I love you” I used to know.
But healing isn’t simple, and moving on is slow,
Because a part of me still misses you… more than I’ll ever show.

I hate you; I wish I never met you.