Grief made me a poet

My first poem (an extremely short one to begin with):

(That this is my first endeavor in poetry-writing will be more evident after you finish reading it.)

The pain, my friend, keeps growing every day,

How I wish I could say!

The countless sleepless nights that I spent- the sorrow and the vent,

The infectious smile on your face, the disturbing thoughts they raise,

Reminds me of the truth time and again,

That you are too good for me.

But something tells me, ‘Go, bare your heart before her’

I think it’s the smile on your face.

I am too weak, struck by grief,

How I wish I could say!