He said he wished you loved him more, but he couldn't know the depth of your love for him. He might be able to read the language of your heart, but he could never write with it, at least not until he takes the time to understand how it was written.
He said he wished you loved him more, but he couldn't know the strength of your love for him. Just because he rests his head on your chest to listen to the gentle beat of your heart doesn't mean he understands the force that drives you to love him.
He said he wished you loved him more, but he couldn't know the length of your love for him. Though you stand next to one another, hand in hand, he'll never realize the leap of faith it took to love again.
He said he wished you loved him more and you know that someday he'll learn to see the love he thought was missing could only be found within himself. And on those nights when his words cut into you and your emotions have no choice but to bleed out of the corners of those blue eyes you'll whisper softly, "I wish you loved yourself, more."
