You Want Me To Be Happy For You? Poem by Averie Richardson

I hate that seeing him hurt makes me happy.
That not being able to stand himself gives me satisfaction
Go on
Try to be happy
You will just fail.

I liked when you needed me
I like that you still need me
I hate that I want you but you try to not want me
I hate that you're trying to grow while i'm here withered and rotting

So every once and awhile when the sun falters for you
I don't feel sorry
In fact, I hope the sun goes away forever
Because then you too will rot
Falling to the same cold ground
Dying in the same space
Crying at the same time