I was going to yell at you

Something you said Was almost too much. What you didn't understand Left me in the dark. What you didn't do for me Made me into something used. What you didn't tell me Was what I needed to hear most. So I wanted to stand up and make a show of it. But I'm not that bold. I could have set level eyes on you and never answered. But I'm not that cold. I could have trembled and let myself cry. That's right, cry right in front of you. That would show you. But we were not alone. That would have been far too much to explain. I was going to let it boil inside me. I was going to find the perfect words that must never be said twice. I was going to bring myself above you so that you would come to me. "I'm sorry." I was going to yell at you. But I thought too hard. And what you said You didn't really mean. What you didn't understand Didn't have to make sense to you. What you didn't do for me You simply didn't think of. So what you didn't tell me I can ache over that alone. ...though, who am I kidding. What you didn't tell me Was what I needed to hear the most. It's not too late to do that for me. It's not too late for you to understand. I'm waiting for you to say what can be said too much but is never said enough.