Poetry about him

what i wish we had

Sorry this is so late, I can't promise to update every Sunday anymore. I've lost my muse 😢
Now on to the poetry
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I wish when you touched me I felt sparks, like in all the romance novels I read.

Everything I thought I felt was all in my head,
I romanticised our relationship.
I read too much romance novels,
those are words I thought I'd never say,
but it's true and it's breaking my heart.
I always wish something was real or that you felt it too.
I just want something to have been real, I want something, anything that I felt to have been real, I wish I had something to remember you by.

I wish you would kiss me with so much passion and love, I wish I could always feel your lips against mine.

I only wish I could've gotten a chance to kiss him at least once, to feel his lips against mine just once,
to know what they taste like, I wouldn't even mind if it was only a peak on the cheek.
I wish we could've had a romantic, magical sparks flying kiss.
The most wonderful kiss in the world, the kind of kiss I'd compare every other kiss to, the kind of kiss I can never forget, the kind of kiss I'll be dreaming of every night.

I wish I knew what your lips felt like, I wonder what they feel like, are they soft, warm and are they sweet like I read about.

I wonder if he ever thinks about me the way I think of him,
I really believed he was the one even though I don't and didn't know anything about him,
I wonder if his world revolved around me like my world revolved around him for half an amazing year, I've only known him for two years, but somehow he's made me go through a rollercoaster of emotions.

I wish I could hear his voice again, I wish that I had a picture of him, not in a weird way, just something to remember him by.
Something so I don't forget how important he was to me in the 'short' period of time,
I know I liked him for two years, but it doesn't feel like that, it feels like I've known him for month,
I don't want to forget him, I don't want to be struggling to remember his name,
I miss the butterflies I'd get when he entered a room, all the crazy thoughts that would swarm in my head when he'd look at me.

I dreamed that he'd be the one I'd never forget, the one that got away, but he isn't
I didn't actually love him,
I didn't know anything about him, I couldn't love him,
I thought he was my world,
I thought I'd never get bored of him,
Of liking him,
Of caring about him,
But I did and so quickly.

I wish I had more time, I wish I felt passion and love towards him, I wish he was my first love,
I wish I'd gotten to know him better.
Why didn't I feel guilty for looking at other guys?
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Thank you for reading!
I know its not as good as it use to be, but I'm working on it.

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