My wish for you

I wish you felt the power of your words as they puncture my being. 

I wish you knew the intense heat they stabbed me with.

I wish you knew the fragility of your own ego 

for maybe then you would know not to lead with it. 

I wish you didn’t doubt yourself. 

I wish you were kind. 

I wish you behaved as if you weren’t on the top of humanity 

because narcissism will only make your hairline recede more, my love.

I wish nonchalance wasn’t your only personality trait 

that you like to mask as stoicism. 

I wish you read books that outline that masculinity isn’t a reflection of the dollar amount in your chequing account, 

but rather, that masculinity is a flower that blooms in the absence of greed and pride.

I wish you knew that you are a reflection of your actions 

because we both know that you being a phony isn’t a coincidence,

if fraud is how you afford your indulgences.

I wish you were self-aware 

instead of critiquing your surroundings to boost your self-image. 

I wish you were okay with your being alone. 

I wish you knew how to bask in your own presence without distractions and vices. 

I wish you maturity. 

I wish you luck. 

I wish you the best.