Almost Love Letter
I’m trying so hard to believe there’s enough love in the world.
For both of us.
I grit my teeth and silently wish I was magic.
Able to slip in and out of this reality.
Into another where rejection was someone I barley knew.
A brunette passing me by in the night.
Blurred movements as I rush to the show.
Those tickets were so damn expensive.
It’ll be so much fun to experience this with you though.
Moon and stars hanging over us.
Dressed to the nines.