Mute

I wish I could tell you how much it hurts. I wish I could tell you how scary it is. I wish I could tell you how torn I feel. 

I wish I could tell you to stay away and mean it. 

I wish I could tell you to stay and believe it.

I wish I could tell you that it is you and only you, and that that is my blessing and my curse. 

I wish I could hate you.