I love you in another language too

I started smoking when you left...
to distract myself from the fact that now you love someone
that doesn't wear glasses 
and it's not afraid to tell you she loves you too.
I loved you too.
I told my family about you too.
I told my friends about you too.
But i didn't told my boyfriend about you.
And i guess you won't tell her about me.
You won't tell her about the conversation we had two days after you kissed her for the first time.
You won't tell her that we promised to stay together.
You won't tell her that you still wanted me after everything i put you through.
You won't tell her that, deep down, you hate me,
and that's only because there's a part of you that still cares.
Or maybe that's just me hoping you haven't forgot about me.
About the laughing days 
the kissing days
the plans we made
and the way I was brave enough to scream with you.
Brave enough to tell her to back off when she called me crazy.
Brave enough to tell you that you're just another one of
those guys 
who doesn't respect girls even though they have sisters to take care of.
Brave enough to cry in front of you while you just 
stood there,
breathing slow and
begging for me to stop.
Brave enough to love you
with all the heart you broke 
when you chose someone who's just like you.
I'm brave enough.
And i still love you enough.