To Never Really Know
To never really know me, what I like or simply the color of my eyes,
To never really know me, what makes me laugh, or smile, or even cry,
To never really know me, doesn’t hurt me anymore like it used to. It’s now who I am because of what you always do.
To never really know them, what they like or don’t, when they beg you for attention but you simply won’t,
To never really know them, just the simple day things,
To never really know them, doesn’t hurt me, it hurt us. Them. Because of what you do.
To never really know us, that we love to sing off key,
To never really know us, how much we love you even though you can’t be bothered to see,
To never really know us, will eventually stop hurting us, and we will be gone. Because of what you do.
beautiful🥹
Thank you for this I also really felt this in my soul. 💜
Very beautiful and deeply emotional. Parts of that expressed feelings I had 7 years ago. I see the beauty but also feel the angst.