When we met I thought we could be something.
Though I suppose I asume that about everyone I take an interest in.
I am an optimist- or so I am told by nearly everyone I meet.
This thing we have- or dont have?
Its weird.
Almost something, but not quite something, and not quite nothing either.
They say sometimes not knowing is knowing, but I just don't.
I cant seem to forget the bitter taste of almost.
The way we almost cuddled but I pulled away, and you werent sure how close was too close- we both werent sure.
As if we both were afraid of loosing too much cool, to play it cool- heaven forbid one of us reacted poorly.
The way we almost went on a date but both couldn't decide where to go, because neither one of us were capable of thinking narrow enough to even narrow it down.
I guess when's were always easier than what's and where's for me too.
Almosts taste bitter and maybe I do too.
Should haves and could haves will never satisfy hunger.
Sometimes not knowing is knowing- but I really dont.
Almost tastes bitter and im sure I do too-because when I close my eyes your lips are an almost too.
And while I am bitter, you are sweet flowers- but this I always knew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem