Almost, but not quite.

As confusing as it seems, but I am stuck in between, hoping for something I cannot proclaim. Words that are practiced, words that waits at the edge of my lips, but fear seals them shut. Though trembling, waiting to be freed, yet hesitation will always take the lead.

There was a smile, a simple glance, a subtle cue, and yet I tell my heart “No, not you” so I was caught in between. Through restraint and discipline. I brushed it off, like dust on the ground, the words are there yet never found. You are not impossible, but wanting you feels gullible.

I cannot fall yet fall I might. In one restless night, I tried to fight my fright. Time seems to stay still, waiting for the decision that’s still unclear. I almost let your name stay within me, almost let you in, almost blurring the lane, what a shame, an Almost, but not quite.

So, I stay here — close enough to reach you but far enough to chase you. You are not the love I can’t have. You are the love I refuse to.

(pic not mine; cttro📌)