Missing The Chance To Say It

Missing the chance to say
It. To just
Spit out the words without caring
So much
If you
Never want to see me again.
Getting it out, never used to be

This
Hard, but here we are and I can't look you in the
Eye. I miss my

Chance to tell you, but I
Hope you've known
All along. I wish I could say it without words.
Not that I'll get the chance to
Call myself yours.
Ever, but I can still dream. And wake up 

To that warm feeling
Of having

Slept in your
Arms. Of having
You here.

In my bed.
To wake up next to you.