One in a million

[silver ferry]

The million times I've cried please.
The million scratches on my knees
The million stars that light up the sky
The million days I want to have with you
The million I love you I have yet to give
The million thoughts in my head are all of you
The million ways I want to have you
The million reasons I need you
The million sorry that stain these poems
The million fights that don't matter in the end
The million touches paint my hands
And the undeniable attraction I feel for you

It's like a magnet; the positive and negative make each other possible. I don't want to sound desperate, but there's no way else to explain the magnitude of my situation. Without you so dearly, the world spins the opposite way, faster and faster every day, and I can't take it.

[undone tree]

It was perfect until the last paragraph, you abruptly changed the tone and it moved to comedic and flirtatious rather than poetic. If you had incorporated that last paragraph by breaking it into a separate stanza or two and made it rhyme, maybe use the grounding of "the million blank" it would've been a solid ending. Beautiful piece just needs polishing and a change, outside of that it's golden.