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Almost
Almost, a word even more haunting than what if,
evokes more pain than a dagger through your chest,
she almost lived,
they almost won,
he almost loved her,
they almost had a chance,
and the blood almost stopped.
This word,
these six simple letters,
they kill me.
At two in the morning,
at nine at night,
and in three in the after noon.
I know that I shouldn't,
I shouldn't allow you to cross my mind,
but you do.
Every moment of the day.
We almost made it,
that you were almost mine,
I was almost happy,
almost loved,
almost healed.
But now?
I wish that I could say,
that I am almost okay.
Almost able to function,
and almost alive.
But maybe,
someday I can be,
almost okay, again.
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This peice, among many other peices were inspired by a heartbreak that I endured a few months ago. He gave me everything that I ever wanted only to take it all away. They say that if you make a writer fall in love with you that you never die, I believe this to be paralyzingly true.