there's an ache in my heart
i tried to fix it with bad art

To the boy who almost bought me flowers... But the store was closed.
Or he forgot,
or he couldn't choose,
because he couldn't remember my favourite flowers,
or he didn't care.

To the boy who almost loved me well.
The boy who almost made me a wife.
The boy who almost loved my flaws, but just couldn't quite grip them.
The boy who I almost lost myself in.
The boy who almost took everything I had, everything I believed.

The boy who almost killed me.

The boy who almost won the lottery,
until he lost his beautiful winning ticket.

To the boy who hurt the girl who cared so much that she almost forgot
to love herself more.
The boy who didn't think she could wake up and realize
that she deserved more than being
"almost" happy.

Sincerely,
The girl who is almost healed,
almost clean,
almost okay,
completely done.

Initially when you caught my eye
not ever i deduced it would be the foundation  
The trifling chattels you did,
seems to have hitched  
enduringly with zest
Still can’t accredit it has concluded
and i am situated
heeding  to your best loved hymn
hoping i could fabricate,
but within i know can’t orignate.
The deterioration is
worse than the estimation.  
Carrying  you in the consoled  memories
dear companion here i’ll say goodbye.

Roses are red
I'm done