The first night you didn’t tell me you love me,
I cried into my pillow,
Desperate to make no sound.
I cried myself to sleep,
Tears seeping into my dreams.
I cried in every thought,
Seeing you, touching you, hearing you in every room I tried to escape.
I cried when I woke up,
Because you were not next to me.
Because even if you were,
I love you,
And you do not love me.