the pain of almost
is the pain of an unspoken tragedy,
the agony of all potential,
an unwritten love story.
just before the pen meets the paper,
just before my fingertips touch your skin,
just before i could say i love you,
as i let the words die in my tongue too.
is it rightful to cry about the end
of something that never started,
and mourn over the loss
of something i never had?
almost is bittersweet in a way
that it gives you a reason to be grateful
for just being close enough
and another to be hateful
for still not being enough.
somewhere in the end,
it will all come back to this.
the moment i see you down that aisle
standing next to someone else,
someone who had made it past almost
until the sound of the wedding bells
only then will i wonder
had the pen met the paper
had my fingertips touched your skin
had i said i loved you too
would i have ended up with you?
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a/n: what's up i'm back from the dead lolol
