for all of the times you could have said i love you, and didn't.

i have questions. you dont want to answer.

is it selfish that i hope you write about me?
i hope sometimes you get so chocked up,
from keeping the words inside,
that they spill out.
and the universe hears them.
i hope your words are angry.
i hope they are sad.
i am both.
i am the cause of them.
for both of us.
i'm truly sorry, by the way.