I Wish I Was Brave Enough to Tell You
I know that I'm not the prettiest girl
Or the smartest, or probably the nicest to talk to.
Maybe we're not perfect, or "meant to be"
But that shouldn't matter
Because perfect and "meant to be" are of so little moment
Because I have so much love for you, more than I know what to do with,
If that isn't enough, I don't really know what to say.
I should probably be upset with you
For how badly you hurt me,
For how unexpectedly you hurt me.
You say you think I should hate you
But of course I can't hate you
Because every single time I see you, my world still gets brighter
Because your smile still always makes my day.
You told me you were sorry I'd ever met you,
But that couldn't be farther from right.
You made me into somebody I liked—
That I thought, for the first time in too long, was important.
I won't deny that you hurt me, worse than anybody else could,
But there's nothing you could ever do
Could make me regret meeting you.
I wish I was brave enough to tell you how I feel:
That I miss you so bad it hurts,
That hearing all those little sayings again made it so hard to let go
That I'd do anything to show you that I can be enough.
That we can still be perfect together
That I promise I can make it worth your while
That I'm so hopelessly, ridiculously in love with you.
Love me too. Take me back.
But I'll be damned if I say it
Because I already know your answer—
You'll say, "you were enough, we just don't fit"
Or that you're sorry—but you're not,
Because even though you didn't really want to hurt me
You did what you had to do.
I could tell you how I feel, risk ruining this so soon.
But I know the friendship we're building is a little bit fragile,
And I want you around more than anything.
I need you, and you said you still need me too
So I'll keep this to myself,
Enjoy your company when you'll let me
And miss you when you won't.
Because the last thing I want is for you to leave for good.
Please don't.
