Lost In My Almosts

We use art- colorful poems, colorless photographs, as a cry for help, unaware
But
Quietly hoping that someday someone would understand
The pain behind those eyes, the regret behind that smile
We waste away like corpses, letting the love fade away,
And the possibility of anything happening dies.

We try to hide away our almosts,
Almost something, lovers or dreams
Because the pain behind the almosts is too overwhelming
 So we hide them away
Lock them inside a small cupboard,
Never hoping to remember,
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