Almost Lover

My Broken Heart

You touched me.

I swear I felt something,
but maybe it was just the wind
tickling my skin.

All your kisses were hot air,
heated breaths against my lips
that iced over my heart.

I am haunted by your shadows;
they pace through my nightmares
as you sleep soundly.

Every morning,
your presence peeks
through the window shades.

Day and night,
you are everywhere
and nowhere at all.

You are
the breeze,
a heartbeat,
a dream,
the sunrise.

You are
my almost lover,
my hopeless romance.

You are
a fairy tale,
a figment of my imagination.

You are everything
and nothing at all.

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Inspired by: “Almost Lover” by A Fine Frenzy

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