I wish I would have said,
things I wish I didn't do
and letters that I never sent.
I'm filled with the love I never gave,
the heart that never mended
and a lot of poetry I wish I could share.
But instead,
they're stuck between the pages of old notebooks
and hidden on password locked documents on my laptop.
Every day the sun rises and the sun sets.
And with each passing moment,
I still hold onto all of these things dearly,
unable to let them go.
Although sometimes I wish
they would slip between my fingers
and find home in the people
I wish would harbor them.
I've spent so long
telling myself all the things
you should have said,
but never did.
You never even said goodbye.
But I try to convince myself
that you're saying goodbye
every time you walk past me
without saying hello.
You're saying goodbye
when you're laughing
in a new picture
with someone else.
You're saying goodbye
when you sing new songs
that I will never hear the lyrics to.
You're saying goodbye
when you drink too much
and kiss girls whose names
you will never remember.
You're saying goodbye
without saying anything.
And each goodbye hits me
harder than the previous one.
Who said that it gets easier?
Because it sure as hell feels like
it's only getting harder.
These are the goodbyes
you never said,
but I will tell myself
that you are screaming
your goodbyes
every time.
— m.f. // You never said goodbye
