Almost lovers in a bygone world,
half-sewn sorrow, half-wanting,
with nowhere to go.
Funny how things work out
in half a glass of rum,
the other part bitters
of bitterness yet to come.
This half-wanting, half-waiting
game we play.
One part luck,
another part...fate?
When intentions don't agree
& deceit stirs mulled thoughts,
I wonder where you stored
my half-thawed heart.
Before I know it, this half-life of
short-lived bliss missed me,
& misery kisses me.
2 halves don't make 1 whole, they make a </3.
