nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

If he wanted to, he would, and I wanted him to - ORIGINAL POEM

Simple they are, they make their intentions known,
They know what they want, yet never seem it fit to share,
Like those nights I woke as you sent your nightly messages,
Just to make me hold out hope for something more, caught in your snare,
I hoped things would be different, fought to hold on for so long,
And even now, I still look back and cant help but feel so sad,
As it seemed so likely, so true, so pure, for there to be something more, new, kind,
But now its all gone, I'm left with memories of a better yesterday, only making me mad,
Mad, in the mind and heart, for it seemed so small, as time travelled by in the blink of an eye,
And I only wished things could be different, as I missed the rush, as fast as can be,
As much as it felt wild with the wind in my hair, over it was to be so soon,
Until the next life we meet again, and maybe then there'll be a chance for you and me,
And we'll meet again in that corner of the world we carved out for us,
Or perhaps in some old, run-down inn, where time stopped and nothing mattered at all,
And poetry will come to life, breathing our love-not-love into existence, like I'd always hoped it to be,
While I still search each room for you, every chance I can get, waiting for the chance again, like I always do, to fall,
I'll never stop searching for my blue flame, as much as it bruised me so,
As much as it consumed me from the inside out, the heart still holds out for what it wants most,
Even when flowers die and winter comes around again like clockwork,
It only reminds me of what I missed, as I sit here alone, drink in hand, in simple gesture to missed opportunities I shall always toast,
I wish I had never fallen, though I'd choose to do so each time,
If nothing more to tell my star-crossed love story, to immortalise my heartbreak in prose and rhyme.