I wish there were an "us",

I'm so scared, but you'll never know,

Because I won't tell you and I never will.

Whenever I think of you,

When I worry about you,

I can't help but feel ridiculous,

Then helpless, then stupid, then angry, then sad.

Why does love have to be so painful with me,

So dark blue instead of pinkish red?

Maybe it's not love, just longing and yearning.

All those thoughts stay in the silence,

Stay in my heart,

And make me feel more broken than I ever was.