You’ll never know that I write about you.
You’ll never know that this poem’s for you.
You’ll never know that I still think about you a lot.
You’ll never know that all of my late night thoughts.
You’ll never know that these feelings won’t go away.
You’ll never know that even though it hurts, I still chose to stay.
You’ll never know because you don’t stalk me anymore.
You’ll never know because I already closed the door.
You’ll never know because things are now different.
You’ll never know because it’s probably not meant.
You’ll never know because the truth scares you.
You’ll never know because I don’t want you to.
You’ll never know because you left.
And I know it’s for the best.