There’s something I want to tell you
No, really tell you
Without fear of you not saying it back
Or you thinking it’s the
gratefulness-of-you-being-there-during-my-worst time talking crap

But there’s things my broken brain wants to tell you first, like
I’m sorry, this isn’t the way I planned us
You and me, so brief before the storm hit
And I’m sorry you’re the boy who had to meet this side of me
But I think maybe you’re the best one to handle it

And God, I miss you so much it hurts
How you make me feel
Like the brightest star in the sky
As if we are thunder and lightning
Like I have wings and can fly

I run out of rhymes and words
When I think of us two
But what haunts me the most
Is not saying
I love you