Being in a crowd but fealing alone.
Being at home but fealing lost.
Having all the answers but being completely confuse.
Life without meaning.

I wouldn't be afraid of falling if you hadn't pushed me down.
I wouldn't be afraid to fly if you hadn't told me about the dangers of the sky.
I wouldn't be afraid to live if you hadn't shown me the bad things.
If you hadn't shown me the hard times in life I wouldn't value it today.

I know how to say
"I love you" in
English and French,
and Spanish and Italian,
and Russian and Bulgarian,
and Arabic and Dothraki
and High Valyrian,
and Klingon,
and in any other language
you ask,
I know how to
write "I love you"
in Gallifreyan and
Tengwar,
I know how to make up
a billion different poems
about my love for you.

But still, it won't make you
love me back. I somehow
was never enough for you.
You keep me awake every night
wondering why you left
and I think it's high time
I started looking up
how to say "I don't hate you",
"I've moved on", "I don't miss you"
and "I am okay" in all these
languages in which
"I love you" didn't matter.