I understand why I cried

All those times

When I woke up, while I was reading,

When I touched the black and white keys of the piano.

And it wasn't because you broke my heart.

For it to be broken, you would have done something wrong.

But you did nothing except

Made me realize who I wanted to be.

And so I had to cry for

I am alone and who I am because of you.

Even if it was for a brief moment

The book open in my lap

Your soft eyes holding mine

No whisper of I love you

Or any of the sort

Just that I was cute paying more attention to

My book than you.

It was love, whatever it was.