The things we don't say

I wanted her to scream,
"Because you make my heart bleed, when you look at me like that!"

She'd say something like,
"Why would you want your heart to bleed? If I'm causing you pain, what good am I too you?"

Maybe I'd answer,
"No one thing can be beautiful, without a little pain. You're not just pain, you're the one beautiful thing.. MY beautiful thing."

Then we'd kiss, and the rain would start.
But she didn't.
She never will.
It's the things we don't say.