A Letter to my Almost
A letter to my almost
We are every pair that never was
Horribly broken by each other
Under the influence of a buzz
In my mind, we lay in the same bed
Never crossing the distance
I suppose we’d rather be alone
Than admit our own weakness
My almost, I think we bleed the same
Our scars are mirror images
I know that we were harsh before
But those were just instances
I miss the sharpness of your tongue
Craving the taste of all-night conversation
Where I could listen and debate with you
Lying dazed in pure admiration
However, we are both realists
And our hearts know this to be true
I will halfway get there, but never quite
Send this letter to you