I only wish
you had killed me.
Having broken my heart,
you left me to die in sorrows' fields.
And words cannot express
the depths of my pain.
Head in my hands,
my mind reels even now.
And I don't suppose
I'll ever completely recover,
still not knowing quite
what to think of you.
William Jackson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-not-knowing-quite-what-to-think-of-you/