I never said anything,
to you and I should have.
Maybe things would be
Maybe we would be
foolishly in love with the world.
Good friends, even.
But like I said, I never said
Every day I was silencing the scream,
Holding back something not my own:
I know it was not mine to keep;
because not being able to love
filled me with deep sorrow;
a sorrow more painful than
you to love me in return.
- I love you, and I should have told you.