something 'bout the way

you had no clue

that this whole time

i was in love with you

every time you said my name,

it finally felt like it was mine
,
not some borrowed thing

i watched strangers wear better

than i ever could

you made me feel

like i had a body worth holding,

a soul that wasn’t just echo

and i still never told you

because the scars,

they open

blood dripping

staining me

until all i see

is hurt and broken

and that’s why i hide,

that’s why i run,

that’s why i drink,

because then

at least

i’m actually real

i loved you

so quietly

i disappeared in it

and you,

you never saw me

not really

not once

god, how could you not?