I wish you the best,
But I also hope you fail.

I hope you feel pain,
And learn how to grow.

To grieve, to cry, to regret the choices you made.

To wonder 'what if' – 'what if I had tried'

As much as I hope you suffer,
I hope you can become the person you could never be for me.

Moments filled with joy,
Float away like pink balloons,
Never to be seen again.

I miss those pink balloons,
The type of pink that looks terrible on curtains,
but looks good on you.

I mourn the lack of pink,
I try to find a new colour,
My new favourite colour.

It might take a while till I find it,
but I'll always remember those pink balloons.