You didn't tell me!

You didn’t tell me.

You told me you worry that I’m not affectionate enough,
You told me that my attraction might fade after a few years.
You told me you worry that I don’t understand you enough,
You told me you needed time to trust.
I thought I understood you.

If I’d have had––at any point––even just a flicker of doubt,
If I had felt that my love and fondness of you were anything but total,
No way I could have considered myself worthy of trying.
But there was never any doubt:
I always knew.

I obsessed about how to convey that to you,
How to make you see that things would go okay.
I was ready to give everything for you,
Waiting for the chance to prove it.
Waiting that time would prove it.

Then you ended it.

I knew you weren’t okay yet,
But I thought we were okay.
I thought all you needed from me was patience and understanding.
When you first told me that things between us were amiss,
It was already over.

I heard you when you told me your needs for the future,
I heard you when you told me what type of person you needed me to be.
I didn’t hear it when you wanted to say that you needed things from me in the present,
Because you didn’t tell me.
You didn’t tell me!