I learned your name
like it was something I could keep.
Turned it over in my mouth,
softened, made space for it
in places you never asked to be.
You were never mine,
not even close,
but mv heart doesn't understand
the difference
between never
and almost.
It reaches for you anyway,
like a reflex,
like a bruise pressed on purpose,
to remind me what hurts.
Almost Relationship, Contemporary Poetry, Emotional Poetry, Heartbreak Poetry, Longing, Loss, Love Poetry, Poetry, Prose, Situationships, Unrequited Love
Meet the Author
Malana Kline
Originally from Memphis, Tennessee, Malana Kline is a writer and artist with a love for creative expression in all its forms. She writes poetry and fiction, exploring everything from the intimate and melancholic to the strange and imaginative. Beyond writing, she creates digital art and enjoys photography and crafting. Her work is driven by curiosity, creativity, and a fondness for finding beauty in the details.
Come curious. Stay weird. 🌿
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