when i first found out he loved me
he didn't have to say a word.
it was in the way he looked at me,
like i was his fulfilled childhood dream.
it was in the way he held me,
like if he held me too loosely,
i'd run,
but if he held me too tight,
i'd break.
it was in the way he laughed,
the way he smiled.
he didn't have to say "i love you"
for me to know.
i just knew.
when i first found out he loved someone else,
he didn't have to say a word.
the way he looked at me
had turned into the way he looked at her.
he held me too loosely,
but i wasn't the one who ran.
he laughed like it was forced,
he smiled like it was painful,
he didn't have to say "i want her"
for me to know.
i just knew.
