All of Which He Doesn't Know

All the things he doesn't know
Like the thoughts I have of him
Like the things I do when he isn't around

On summer nights I walk by his house
For hopes of a chance meeting

When I am walking
Homeward
I often think of times we have talked
Counting the times
He's made me laugh

How I have to pretend that I am happy with
Everything the way that it is even though I am

Dying
On the inside
Emotions are killing me ever so
Slowly
Not
That I can show him or ever let him

Know
Not that I ever could
Open up again
Without falling to pieces in his arms