I'd write them in a long epic,
And sleep with it under my pillow at night
I'd hold you in my arms, like a true romantic
Whispering deadly secrets while I hold you tight
I'd draw them in the sand,
And let you gaze at it from afar
I'd tell it to a fire fly, resting in my hand
Then keep it locked safe, in an air tight jar
Because there are at least twelve thousands things I only wish
To tell you, only you
At least twelve thousand chances missed
Twelve thousand times I've wanted to be true
But only succeeded in my fantasy
So now, tonight, I'll give up the hope
Which is useless, now I see
Because twelve thousand secrets are hard to bare
But cross my heart, I will not mope
For this poem we'll always share
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This has promise, that much I have to say. You're sort of teetering on the edge of falling into the cliche. Hopefully I can help you find a sturdier spot.
You're dealing with a difficult subject here, one that's been used a million times, which makes it that many times harder to interest a reader. What I could suggest is that you concentrate not on his feelings, necessarily, but add more about whatever reason it is that he can't utter those "twelve thousand words"; because right now, it's unexplained why he can't express them.
One last thing I'm going to suggest is that you always read your poetry aloud, for rhythm's sake. It helps you make sure everything is perfectly smooth and reads exactly how you want it to.
I hope this was helpful, and good luck!
I thought there were some good ideas in this, even if the theme's a tad cliche. However, decide if you want to rhyme or not, and stick with it. I advise against rhyming, simply because it's so easy to get caught up in proper rhymes and meter instead of choosing the best words for the poem.
I agree that this needs more punctuation. It helps the ideas flow better and your reader doesn't get distracted by thinking "Hey, shouldn't there be a period there?..." As for stanzas, that could be helpful, but it can get away without them. I'll leave that up to you.
And one more small thing:
It should be "them" in the second line as well.
To end on a positive note, I liked your beginning lines. They were strong and interesting. Keep writing!
That's incredible! I would not have been able to make something like that.

I love the concept and all. It's really very touching and makes you think.
Although I do agree with the lady below me. Breaking it into more stanzas would most likely be your best bet.
And maybe a dedication to whom this is about? Ex boyfriend maybe?
Great work.
Niiiece wooork. I liked the concept, but I think there are a few things that could make this even better.

The entire poem seems to rushed for the idea your portraying, which is love, no?
If you could break it up into stanzas and fix the punctuation it would flow easier. And you used contractions often, which is cool if that's your style, but still try not to overuse them.
Like this is what I mean (just suggestions)
I would write them in a long epic.
And sleep with it under my pillow at night.
I'd hold you in my arms, like a true romantic
Whispering deadly secrets while I hold you tight.
I would draw them in the sand,
And let you gaze at it from afar.
I would tell it to a firefly, resting in my hand.
Then keep it locked safe, in an air tight jar.
Because there are at least twelve thousands things
I only wish to tell you.
Only you.
At least twelve thousand chances missed.
Twelve thousand times I've wanted to be true,
But only succeeded in my fantasy.
So now, tonight,
I'll give up the hope.
Which is useless, now I see.
Because twelve thousand secrets are hard to bare.
But cross my heart, I will not mope.
For this poem we will always share.
--The breaking it up into stanzas really helps the readers eyes follow the poem more, but the contractions thing is just an artistic intuition decision on your part. Haha.
I enjoyed reading this. Keep it up!