To the boys who can't express affection well
You will find someone who knows
Your love is imperfect, not incomplete
We're mostly hidden lovers with love hidden inside of us
People can't hear the song we play on our way back home
How would they know it was the same song you were hearing that morning
When you first met her
They won't know why you wore that shirt to the interview
It was the same shirt you wore on the night of your first kiss
They won't see the smile on your face for hours
After you've cut the call with her and are supposed to sleep
Why is it so important to scream love and why should you not be allowed to just feel it in private?
They won't see those notes you write to her at the end of every day
And I know you're hoping to show them to her soon
You haven't written much, it's just everything that happened with you each day
And all you want is for her to know what it would be like to be your soul
With you, every millisecond, being the reason you feel any emotion at all
Oh, and I know you haven't washed that hoodie you lent her
And even in the heat, you're sleeping in it, hoping she was around
They won't see your bookmarks and see the millions of things you want to gift her
Neither will they see you praying to be capable enough of surprising her with those
They will call you a self-proclaimed snob and a workaholic
But they won't gift you the cup of chai you're sacrificing to buy a ticket to her place
They won't know why you bought the perfume she uses
And why you spray it on your window curtains at night, hoping it fills your room with her smell
They won't see the password-protected folder where you've kept 5439 pictures of her
The place you go to when she's out enjoying with her other friends
They'll call you 'emotionally unavailable' without knowing how you're longing for her to share her emotions with you
They won't know why the cricket team you were cheering for has changed
They won't know the reason behind the Google ads of earrings and necklaces
They won't know why you wake up and walk at 2 AM in the night
Listening to every single voice note she's sent
How will they know all of it?
You're not one to scream or shout what you feel
You don't want anyone else to know your channels of showing love
But when things will go wrong, as they always go wrong, and you'll be lonely
And they're gossiping behind your back, while you hide your tears and swollen eyes in your sunglasses
You'll be called 'the one who can't express affection'
Or worse, 'The one who never loves'
