I never told you this when you sat across from me how could I ever be what you wanted? A facade of painted faces and plastic words to become what you would see.
I never told you this on that last day of summer when we parted ways for the final time. To break your heart into smaller pieces was something I could not live with.
I never told you this in that message sent in a weary haze of overstudying and sleepless nights. How could I tell you the truth when you had already moved on?
I never told you this then when I was confused and naive drunk on the thoughts of us and how well we fit.
I never told you this because I was scared of rejection but now you are with someone else and it might be too late.