I almost wrote a poem
saying it would be
the last one
I ever write for you.
                   I almost meant it.
But I reside in a forest of words
I long to lay upon your feet.
You are the only tenant.
Though I have already seen you hunger
for a wood more abundant with beauty.
You yearned
for the abstract; the colorful.
This is where I failed you, love,
for all I have to offer
is the pattern of my handwriting
against a bleak sheet of paper.
How is that to contest
a canvas
that turns heads
with its baby pinks and powder blues?
So I lay here
in the woods
that swarm with lost things,
longing to see the sun again.
And I am always reaching
      and reaching
             and reach i n g
But I am never quite there.
I lay still in the forest
with an abundance of almosts.

I walk into my room and kick the heater over to stop it from blowing hot air in my room. It's boiling in here. I kick off my pants and lay on my bed. *Why is life so hard?

That moment when you're caught off guard and you suddenly see the face of the one you used to love.

You repeatedly steal glances at that said person and just miss everything about that them. The way you hug and you feel, the warmth, security.

The way you hold hands. So tight and like never wanting to let each other go, holding on and feeling the tips of every finger intertwined with yours.

The way you'd stroke through every hair strand and feel it ever so nice as it glides through your hands.

The way you'd kiss those lips so soft and warm. When you kiss, you feel the love and you're sure, in that moment of blissful awestruck. You're sure that you've set your feelings for this person.

But, it wasn't just about the physical things you miss about the one you used to love.
It's also about the emotional investment you have that was wasted and gone with the wind.

As you stare at the face of the one you used to love, you remember every moment you had and feelings that came along with it. And you're sure, in that moment.. You still have set your feelings for this person, and it's not going to fade away any time soon.

A l m o s t
Is that all we are meant to be
To come so far, get so close
Whoever said love is free?
Open your eyes, really look
Look at the way I see you
Like you're all I've ever wanted
I wish to be that for you
Not just an almost

I've touched your hand
And you've touched mine
I've been in your arms
Every single time
We've danced and sung
Laughed and loved
Looked in your eyes, smiled
I'm so much more than an almost
P l e a s e

I almost said it.

But it wouldn't have been saying it.

Why am I such a coward......

No pressure?

She said:
I'm ready now -
Ready to be
in love

He said:
Someday, soon.
You will meet someone
who will constantly
and continually
move you.

She thought:
Not you?

He thought:
Please
let it be
me.

I want you, but I'm okay with your essence
Basking in your scent long after your presence
The pursuit of my happiness
Seems to wrapped up in your arms
Yet I'm wrapped up
And you seem to be gone
Our fate is as good as whitewashed
Unwritten history in the making
Sanitized love
I give and you're taking
I should never be ok with half
When whole is available
I was ok with your essence
Until it became untraceable