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I talked to them yesterday, I told them my feelings, giving my brightest smile, They gave me one too, but one of pity, I'm not the one they want. I was happy yesterday, They said yes to my feelings, smiling at the possibilities, It only lasted two hours before regret, The 'almost' coming to an end. I was messaged last evening, A paragraph on my social media, I thought it was to talk about the day, But it wasn't in the way I expected. They went back on their words, Told me sorry they don't have the time, I said I was relieved and that "I'll be fine!" But all I wanted to do was scream for the 'almost'. I almost had it, The feeling of being enough to someone, I wanted to feel that about myself, But I wanted help doing so, I cannot blame them for not feeling for me, It's their feelings not mine, But I wish they never thought me fragile, As it exposes what I've hidden in time. I will forget them inevitably, After all I always do, Suppressing feelings and memories, But I can't help but think of almost, And the 'almost' that was almost there. And here I am in my bed, Still waiting for that almost to be had.
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
Almost
I talked to them yesterday, I told them my feelings, giving my brightest smile, They gave me one too, but one of pity, I'm not the one they want. I was happy yesterday, They said yes to my feelings, smiling at the possibilities, It only lasted two hours before regret, The 'almost' coming to an end. I was messaged last evening, A paragraph on my social media, I thought it was to talk about the day, But it wasn't in the way I expected. They went back on their words, Told me sorry they don't have the time, I said I was relieved and that "I'll be fine!" But all I wanted to do was scream for the 'almost'. I almost had it, The feeling of being enough to someone, I wanted to feel that about myself, But I wanted help doing so, I cannot blame them for not feeling for me, It's their feelings not mine, But I wish they never thought me fragile, As it exposes what I've hidden in time. I will forget them inevitably, After all I always do, Suppressing feelings and memories, But I can't help but think of almost, And the 'almost' that was almost there. And here I am in my bed, Still waiting for that almost to be had.
#welp#oh#dear#no#oops#irregular
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Enoughforsomeone
18/F/England
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
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