it was instinct
to call you.
so when i called you that night,
it was pure instinct.
i called you that night,
begging and crying,
pleading and sobbing,
saying to please save me.
and you replied,
all sleepily and groggily,
like i had just interrupted
your sleep, but it was only
10 pm, and you didn't sleep
until 1 am,
asked what you needed
to be saved from.
- but you should've asked how.
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 ]]
