He'll Never Know

I loved you in the silence, when you weren’t even listening. Held on through your absence, while you kept on vanishing. I stayed when you were distant, I hoped through every lie. I gave you all my colors, and you just watched them die. You never read my story, but still, you felt exposed— as if my pain betrayed you, like truth you never chose. You say I wrote to shame you, but no— I wrote to heal. I bled through every sentence just to learn how not to feel. I wasn’t looking for pity, I wasn’t calling you back. I was writing through the silence you left like a heart attack. And now you live unbothered, in a world that feels just fine. While I sit with my memories, and stitch myself from mine. Will you ever regret it? Will it echo late one night— When she won’t love like I did, when you miss my softer fight? Maybe. Maybe not. But by then, I won’t care. I’ll be long past the waiting, long past the stare. Because I’ve learned something heavy, that only pain can show— Sometimes the ones we die for never even want to know. So I’ll rise, not louder, but wiser. And I’ll live, not for proof, but for peace. Because loving you broke me, but losing you… set me free.