Letters from my Soul
almost is nearly impossible
for people were not built to
love halfway; they do or they
don't.
i fell too hard and in the end
learned what 'almost' feels like.
you almost loved me
we almost made it
i almost gave it all up
for who am i if not loved by you?
i am icarus, you were my sun
is it true i loved you too close...
too much?
what kind of insanity is it to
feel love for someone physically
incapable of such deep emotion?
i handed you my heart in a little box
with a bow and a love note on top
and you held in, not sure of
what to do with the gifts i'd given
so i'd give you more
i'd give it all for a smile in return
to ensure you knew the depth of my
love
but i was too much, so i packed up
my love
and gave you space.
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