I never said anything,

ever,

to you and I should have.

Maybe things would be

different.

Maybe we would be

foolishly in love with the world.

Friends,

Good friends, even.


But like I said, I never said

anything.

Every day I was silencing the scream,

Holding back something not my own:

love.

I know it was not mine to keep;

because not being able to love

you

filled me with deep sorrow;

a sorrow more painful than

wanting

you to love me in return.

- I love you, and I should have told you.