I wish you knew how much this weekend was going to mean to me, to us. I knew you might have to work. I was content just being in the same vicinity as you. I was going to clean your kitchen, since the Bachelorhood had taken over. I was going to cook us dinner. I was going to tell you that I was falling in love with you.
I wish you knew that I could help. I wish you knew that I could take care of you. That I can handle the ugliness. I know; it would have hurt seeing that you had no feelings in your eyes. but I also know that things would get better.
I wish you knew all the things I never said, I held back, I hid away.
I wish you knew that I am not angry. I do not wish you ill. I want only wants best for you. I want you to get help. I want you to get better. I want you to know that.
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