you don’t know

You don't know about the nights I spent

Listening to the songs you sent

You don't know how many times I played that song on repeat

Listening for something, waiting for the epiphany

I never told you about that

I would've been embarrassed 

That I cared enough

That I didn't understand

That I hated that song

But I'm not embarrassed anymore

Because the epiphany never came

And the song still sucks

And it's weird how the memories can make you feel small

But I was never small nor will I ever be

And I am not waiting anymore