what he doesn't know

He doesn't know that from time to time; I cry.
He doesn't know that days after the argument; I cried for days.
I blamed everyone around me.
Blaming myself for not caring for him enough.
I broke my phone screen and now when I look at it I remember the pain;
The heart ache that caused my eyes to swell.
I remember the last day we spent together, but deep down it wasn't enough for him.
He doesn't know that when I hear his song, again my tears began to flow.
He doesn't know that when I hear about him,
I hope that everything good is going his way.

I'm not going to be there to greet him like others do;

talk to him like others do, 

but most of all hug him like others do.

So I'll shut my mouth,

and keep my emotions bottled up.

What he doesn't know, won't hurt him.