Almost

I thought there was something there.

Did I imagine it all?

I'm beginning to doubt myself.

The colour off embarrassment washes over my face.

We was almost there.

I see you with another girl, confused I hide behide the door.

My heart sinks, my head hangs down.

We was almost there.

Frustration fills my stomach.

Jealous and rage captures my mind.

The colour of anger torches my face.

We was almost there.

Sickness sweeps my body, as I begin to kneel from the door, I continue to question myself.

A blank expression written on my face, as I try to understand what happened.

You was never mine, I was never yours.

Almost doesn't count.