Well, I did.
I really loved you,
But now that it doesn't matter...
I write these words to not feel
Like it did not matter.
You never even knew
Because I never even
Walked up and told you
My name, or that I loved you.
I was afraid.
But here I am, like Midas' barber
I want to yell and cry
But I'd like to imagine
I found a small- yet enough courage
To face you,
In one of days that now only alive in memory
Banish my olden thoughts of doubt
That now reside nowhere
And gently tell you...
that I love you.
But you are not here.
And those days are gone.
And I am not who I was.
And you are not who you were.
I just want...
What I felt all those years ago...
To be more than hauntings
Of something that never happened
And will never happen.
Now I write these words to not feel
Like it did not matter.
Because it mattered to me.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 6:29 PM UTC
Well, I did.
I really loved you,
But now that it doesn't matter...
I write these words to not feel
Like it did not matter.
You never even knew
Because I never even
Walked up and told you
My name, or that I loved you.
I was afraid.
But here I am, like Midas' barber
I want to yell and cry
But I'd like to imagine
I found a small- yet enough courage
To face you,
In one of days that now only alive in memory
Banish my olden thoughts of doubt
That now reside nowhere
And gently tell you...
that I love you.
But you are not here.
And those days are gone.
And I am not who I was.
And you are not who you were.
I just want...
What I felt all those years ago...
To be more than hauntings
Of something that never happened
And will never happen.
Now I write these words to not feel
Like it did not matter.
Because it mattered to me.
