How?
Just how?
Did you know,
past my smiles and reassurance,
through my antics and all,
that underneath, behind my eyes, that I was in pain,
I was taking a fall.
How did you know?
You saw right through me,
like no one else could,
you sent me words of reassurance,
like no one else would.
So how did you know?
I hid it so well, no one else could catch on,
yet there you were,
to catch me,
before I was long and gone.
How did you know?
It's unnatural,
uncanny,
nearing impossible!
How you do what you do,
but I'm glad you did,
I'm really, really glad, that you knew.
But did you know?
You're my secret confessor,
though neither of us know it yet.
Because now with you,
I know my heart is set.
I can show you the things,
that only I hide below,
because it seems I just can't hide it,
because you always seem to know.
I Love... You.
But you'll never know.
To her, who always seems to see me right through.
To her, that always makes me feel unsure, of what...exactly to do.