maybe.
maybe we were never meant to be.
maybe we could have been something, once.
and maybe we were.
maybe you think of me.
maybe you don't.
(i know that you don't.)
maybe he'll break your heart.
i hope he doesn't, for your sake.
(but for mine, i hope he does.)
maybe the timing just wasn't right.
maybe it never will be.
maybe i'm running out of time.
maybe you're wrong.
i was wrong, too.
maybe i'll find someone else someday.
maybe i won't.
maybe you were a force of nature,
and maybe you destroyed me.
but maybe i'm a hurricane, too.
maybe.
so many maybes.
it's a wistful word,
melancholic.
gives you a sense of nostalgia
and hopelessness.
maybe. maybe. maybe.
after a while, it loses meaning.
it looks wrong.
all words do that.
maybe not just words.
(there. i said it again
without even realizing it.)
some people will say
that 'almost'
is the saddest word.
i think the word 'maybe'
might just be sadder.
maybe.
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storm chaser
Poetrya single raindrop began a raging storm, and now i am chasing that storm. i've been chasing this storm for my entire life, trying to reach it. but i know that will never happen. i am still a hurricane trapped inside a single raindrop, and i am still...
