confessions
To all the girls I ever loved,
the silence I couldn't overcome,
with all, not even some.
All the opportunities I missed,
the lives I watched pass by,
the cravings I had, just to be kissed.
To be held,
to connect,
to speak.
To share,
share what we think,
how we feel.
But I wonder,
is change required,
to require what is desired?
Maybe so,
but what more can I do,
other than wait,
wait till it's too late,
till the truth I avoid is all I see.
Then I'll be sorry,
to both you and me.
To all the girls I’ve ever loved,
I dreamed of being your beloved.
But courage failed me when it mattered most,
my feelings stayed a silent ghost.
I’m sorry,
I admit,
though I don’t know where the sorrow fits,
to you, who never truly knew,
or to the man I never grew into.
To everyone who spoke about me
while I stayed quiet.
To those who judged,
who thought they knew me,
but never asked.
To the mother
who couldn’t understand her son.
To the friends I loved
more than I ever said.
To how arrogant I seemed,
when really I was just tired of explaining.
My head was full,
my mouth stayed closed.
I had so much to say,
but no way to say it.
You think you know me.
But you only know
what I let you see.
I was never man enough
to let the words leave me.
Or maybe I was,
just afraid of what would happen
once they did.
And I still ask myself:
does fear make me less of a man,
or does silence only hide
what I already am?
Sorry I felt everything so deeply
but never gave it a voice.
When I'm 6 feet underground with the bugs eating my brain,
they will get visions of you,
how I felt,
what I thought,
your names,
eyes,
smells,
and as I decompose and they reach my mouth,
one by one, day by day,
they will eat every word I never had the courage to say.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 4:33 AM UTC
confessions
To all the girls I ever loved,
the silence I couldn't overcome,
with all, not even some.
All the opportunities I missed,
the lives I watched pass by,
the cravings I had, just to be kissed.
To be held,
to connect,
to speak.
To share,
share what we think,
how we feel.
But I wonder,
is change required,
to require what is desired?
Maybe so,
but what more can I do,
other than wait,
wait till it's too late,
till the truth I avoid is all I see.
Then I'll be sorry,
to both you and me.
To all the girls I’ve ever loved,
I dreamed of being your beloved.
But courage failed me when it mattered most,
my feelings stayed a silent ghost.
I’m sorry,
I admit,
though I don’t know where the sorrow fits,
to you, who never truly knew,
or to the man I never grew into.
To everyone who spoke about me
while I stayed quiet.
To those who judged,
who thought they knew me,
but never asked.
To the mother
who couldn’t understand her son.
To the friends I loved
more than I ever said.
To how arrogant I seemed,
when really I was just tired of explaining.
My head was full,
my mouth stayed closed.
I had so much to say,
but no way to say it.
You think you know me.
But you only know
what I let you see.
I was never man enough
to let the words leave me.
Or maybe I was,
just afraid of what would happen
once they did.
And I still ask myself:
does fear make me less of a man,
or does silence only hide
what I already am?
Sorry I felt everything so deeply
but never gave it a voice.
When I'm 6 feet underground with the bugs eating my brain,
they will get visions of you,
how I felt,
what I thought,
your names,
eyes,
smells,
and as I decompose and they reach my mouth,
one by one, day by day,
they will eat every word I never had the courage to say.
It's one of my first and really means a lot to me.
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