He Didn’t know I Loved Him

I stared at the empty frame,

I fingered the delicate wood,

Each heart rippling under my fingers,

Each heart ripped from my own.

I remember what picture was in here,

I remember who was in it.

That lonely character,

Who never knew how I felt.

The fag in his hand,

Sending swirling smoke,

To calm his frail feelings,

He never knew how I felt.

The smirk on his lips,

Telling us he didn’t care.

I know he did,

He never knew I was watching from afar.

The player outside,

Was the only way to cover up,

His broken heart,

He never knew I had realised.

The cuts on his arm,

Were dismissed by everyone,

Except me,

He didn’t know I cared.

The deeper they went,

The more I worried,

Then the day came

He didn’t know I wept.

The knife I found,

And the body it was next to,

He was gone,

He never knew I loved him.