I'm Dying To Tell...

I’m dying to tell you I miss you.

But the words stall on the edge of my mouth.

Because I know you don’t want to hear them.

And as they die, I wrap them carefully.

A daily burial for things left unsaid.

I’m dying to tell you I miss you.

But you have become the epitome of a broken heart.

And now you have several names and faces.

I think of you and remember all the others.

Remember how no one could stay.

I’m dying to tell you I miss you.

Because I wanted you to be different.

The one who could beat the odds.

But I know now that you cannot.

Because I have stayed the same.

I’m dying to tell you I miss you.

But my better judgement tells me not to.

So instead I bite my tongue until I taste the regret.

Hoping that maybe you’ll prove me wrong.

Remembering me fondly, instead of forgetting me completely.