i said i was fine
with streams carving
into my cheeks
and stinging my eyes
you didn't say anything
but open arms
enveloped my body
and i found myself
scolding myself
for taking such comfort
when i deserved none
i was fine, i said.
and now i am not.
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
