Not Wishing You Well

I hope my silence violates your trust.

I hope it breaks you into sharp shards,

Deadly to the touch.

I hope the void I open never heals itself

And all you know is bleeding

With no one there to help.

I hope the walls you build trap your pain.

I hope they can hold your spite

As it blooms when it rains.

I hope my joy hits you right in the chest

And sinks you like an anchor

With all the things you never confessed.

-Jackie