The word almost, was one I heard quite often.
Almost bought you lunch, almost bought you flowers,
I almost would have called, almost would have given you all my hours,
Almost would have cared a little if you weren't always yourself,
Almost could have loved you more, almost would have cared, almost could have picked that book you love from the shelf,
I'm always almost needed, always almost loved,
I'm always almost the centre of someone's world.
Almost loved, almost found someone who knew her worth,
Almost craved, almost cared for, almost would her found her soulmate,
Almost called pretty, almost felt wanted, almost chosen, almost the one who was treated like a princess,
Almost got the right one, almost got the crown, almost would have been treated better,
Almost found the perfect match, almost wore the wedding dress, almost be the one who was envied, only of I kept quiet .
Almost would have call, almost would have cared,
She was only ever loved half-heartedly,
Never worthy to be loved fully,
Never enough to be held closely.
And she grab her hair, threatening to tear it off her scalp
Because she never fully understand what was wrong with her,
She'd stare at the star in jealousy, hoping to become the object of someone's worship,
For someone to spend their existence grateful for her's,
For someone to be on fire, just because she breaths the same air.
But she knows that no one would burn for her, but the sets herself on fire, to break from the shackles of "almost",
She sits on her bed, wondering and pondering,
She sits on her bed, with jealousy flowing,
Deeper and faster than ever before,
Because lucky are the girls that have never experience love, because they know where they stand and luckier are the ones who have experienced the best,
For someone who always got almost, who are always in between, we go a bit crazy trying to know where we stand.
It's Still Abeegail 💗✨
Thank you for reading my poem
The image is mine
Thank you
