you were mad.
you had fire in your eyes,
and steam coming out
of your head.
you were furious.
you were yelling at me,
"why?"
why didn't you do anything
i told you to do?
why are you so lazy?
why are you so useless?
and i responded in such
a quiet voice, you yelled at
me again, demanding what
i had said.
and i said it a little louder.
you yelled again, saying
you couldn't hear.
and i said it louder,
with such fake
confidence that i
surprised myself.
i said that i didn't know
and that i didn't know why
i didn't do anything.
but i did.
i did know.
but it didn't matter,
i knew that anything
i had said would've
sounded like an excuse to you
so i didn't say the actual reason.
and the fire never left your eyes.
but rain fell out of my own.
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Almost | ✓
PoetryIsn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
