I wish I would’ve told you

your touch made me smile,

that your laughter made me happy,

that your words always brought me back to you.

I wish I would’ve told you when you’re quiet,

you draw me into you when you kiss me,

it’s that magical moment;

where two become one, and nothing else matters.

I wish I would’ve told you not just that I love you,

but that you are my best friend,

the half I’ve longed for,

and now here we are.

I wish I would’ve told you,

it doesn’t get any better than this.

the sky is gray and

i’m a soft shade of blue

we cry together, oh

i wish i would’ve told you

but how could i confess

what i think feel

do i just like your affection?

or are my feelings real?

im sorry, i wasn’t given

any love from my father, now

i don’t know what to expect

as an abandoned daughter

you’re too understanding

to be mad at me for this

i never meant to hurt you

but i’ll leave you with a kiss

I miss you.

So easy to read,

so hard to say.

I miss you.

So easy to write,

so hard to send.

I miss you.

Words unsaid,

strangers again.

I dream,

or I like to dream;

We will meet again,

at your favourite crossroad.

I believe,

every point in space-time

will halt, when

I will see you.

You will be there,

I will be there,

words won’t be enough

each step, each image

will feel forevermore.

I would like to touch

your face

for I don’t want to feel

the pain I’ve felt.

I would like to say the

words that grew inside me,

each day when you were not there.

I would like to explode

a beautiful supernova of

words, shattering the cosmos of my mind.

Because what if...

what if I lose you again?

It was a magical miracle

that we met again,

and I promise you, love,

from now to the end of time,

you will be the universe,

that I reside in.

@poetrybyren

I wish I would've told you

That it never would work out

I wish I would've told you

About all of my doubts

I realize that I was wrong

About what we could have been

I realize that I was wrong

Just about everything that I thought I had seen

You said you loved me

And I echoed along

You said you loved me

It became our song

We sang of love and being together

We screamed along to the chorus

We sang of love and being together

But, in the end we failed...we missed

I do not regret much

Just that I wish I would've told you

I do not regret much

But, we should have never shared that first kiss

Before your shadow

became one with Thanatos',

I wish I could have told you

to meet me under the moonbow

away from society's gnashing jaws,

under a sky,

so black it shines blue.

One day I will find my heart again.

The lonely road you never should have took

I wish you would have let me pull you back

Your stupid contagious grin

Our time beside the babbling brook

I take it all back

You can't hurt me anymore

You should have let me help you

I knew better than to trust your smile

The fangs that glimmerd with gore

Why did you hurt me too

I can feel it rise and burn, the churning bile

It rises when I think you just couldn't fight anymore

Your gnashing fangs caught on me

They rippid a pieces away

You didn't even fight you couldn't even try

You thought we would be free

But I am not whole since, that day

I try to laugh and cry

But you took that with you

When you decided to die

You took my hope laughter and love

You took my heart when you decided to die

You never even knew that you were my heart when you decided to die.

You thought you were making things better

I know you thought you were broken

You thought you couldn't be fixed

You didn't even leave a letter

You didn't leave anything but that cigerette still smoken'

My feelings are so mixed

I love you no matter where you go or what you do

But you took that peice of me with you

The day you decided to die

I wish I would’ve told you.

I lied.

A sweet and somber tale.

Coming freely.

Ever so fleetingly.

It seemed right; I didn’t try to fight.

Yet I must be true.

I don’t love you.

i wish i would have told you

i needed to move on

in a january

when it could have gone

either way

my journal entries

in which i begged

myself to leave

your nonchalance

still eats at me

How many nights did you wait for a phone call that never came

How many days did you wait for a letter that never came

I was never that good with numbers and words

You were hurt, I know, I was too

You were hurt then

I was hurt when it was over

I can’t explain how or why I was who I was

I know telling you I loved you doesn’t mean a thing now

I know sorry doesn’t fix it

I do hope that time has.

@poetrybyren