Kept it inside.
Tonight it exploded, and still no one knows.
You can't even see.
Disappointment and desperation,
Agony and your arrogance,
Love but never, ever hate.
I accepted a nonexistent apology.
I kept my promises, while you made empty ones.
I see all this, and I keep this inside, too.
I run, I starve, I cover up, I expose myself; You don't see.
I try so hard, and it's never enough.
"Almost" you say.
But, as they say,
Almost is never enough.
This is hopelessness on display,
In every possible way.
For I still can't get myself
To hate, regret, or let go of you.
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