i tried to be mad at you.
but when i picked up the phone,
you sounded so tired and so weary
like you hadn't slept for all of these days.
when i picked up the phone,
you sounded like
you were on the brink of trying to sleep
but something was holding you back.
and maybe it was just me,
but when i picked up the phone,
you sounded like you needed me.
and my only instinct
was to act like i had cared for you
even though i didn't anymore.
- it's been 26 days ; i should be over this by now
YOU ARE READING
Almost | ✓
PoesiaIsn'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 ]]
