Almost
I almost found my home in a pair of warm arms and
I trusted it enough to put down roots
but something in me kept an eye on the back door
always ready to run
He almost loved me with all my faults and
he danced with my demons without missing a beat
but something in him ran
scared of the way our sins synced up too nicely
She almost broke me against the sharp edges of her smile and
she collected my pieces to put back together
the perfect puzzle
but something in her hated it
the jagged jigsaw she’d made of me
They almost heard the truth between the lines and
they saw through my carefully cultivated omissions
but something in them chose to pretend
to believe us honest friends
It almost doesn’t matter
Almost
Almost [poem]
Larissa Lee 