The root of my back pain

I wish you didn't count 

my fingers with your lips

I wish you didn't stroke my hair

or kiss my nose

i wish we didn't make

crumbs in bed

i wish we didn't order so

much food 

i wish i didn't cling like 

a koala and i wish

you didn't hold me in return

i wish we didn't intertwine 

on the settee or bed

i wish we never went to

the gallery and i wish you

never kissed me

whilst the performance was on going

i wish i never asked you 

when we'd see each other because i 

knew the answer already but

i wish you didn't give me hope

for something that would never be

i wish that if you said

i've changed my mind, you are for me

i wouldn't rush back

i'd be fine alone

but i would not hesitate