but i never meant a thing.
not one single word
that i breathed to you
was true.
but you never meant a thing.
not once did you ever
think of me.
you and i,
we lived a lie.
so how did it come to this?
because now i can't lie.
and the truth no longer holds.
YOU ARE READING
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 ]]
