Will I ever show you the poetries I wrote?
The situations did change, I know
but will you start hating me?
after knowing what I thought about you and what I wrote?i hate the word 'almost' as much as I love it...
You 'almost' saw my poetries...
You 'almost' told me...
You 'almost' knew...
You were 'almost' mine...What's definite in my life is that the 'almosts' were always incomplete...
sometimes I love that,
mostly I hate it...
I like it when it's about me 'or' you...
I hate it when it's about me 'and' you...