I regret the things I weren't able to say to you.
The look in your eyes when you talk about him,
The movement of your hips and hands when you danced around to your favorite song,
The stunning artwork you create with such precision,
Even the way you talk is so alluring.
I'm sorry that I couldn't say anything.
Because despite that, I barely knew anything about you.
I didn't know you stayed up until 3 in the morning,
wondering if you were beautiful enough for this world
wondering if you could go on to live another day
wondering how long you could last until you finally decide to give out.
Those nights you spend looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to find everything wrong.
The time I spent doing my homework, you spend crying until you're empty.
But still you were the same on the outside,
Smiling, laughing, dancing, and playing around with the same old beautiful expressions.
Though I never looked at you the same.
I love you.
