another almost

what is this that i’m feeling


need sexual healing


another almost—

it’s just the beginning


—


you got my mind spinning


and it’s the one thing

that doesn’t make sense


how can something feel real

and still not be acted on


—


because i’ve seen it


not imagined it

not forced it


seen it


in the way you look

the way you stay

the way you don’t rush away


in the small things

that don’t need words


—


and that’s what keeps me here


not chasing

not forcing


just…

thinking


—


because i see proof


not once

not by accident


but enough

to know it’s there


and still—


nothing more


—


and now i’m left with it


this confusion


feeling things

i don’t even want to feel


—


i just can’t


my mind is stuck

in something unresolved


and my body

is still attached

to moments


—


why am i still interested


what is it


what’s actually keeping me here


—


is it you


or is it the feeling


the attention


the way i can finally say


i’ve got presence


i can be seen


i can pull something


—


but if that’s true


then why does it stop here


why does it never move


—


it’s like i can create the moment


i can build the tension


i can make it feel real


—


but it never goes further


it never chooses me


—


so what is this really


because it can’t just be you


it has to be something in me

that’s still hooked


—


maybe it’s the almost


maybe it’s the fact


that it felt close enough

to be something


but never became it


—


and that’s what’s dangerous


not rejection

not clarity


—


this


this in-between


where i have just enough

to stay


but not enough

to move


—


and i hate that


i hate loops


i hate circling something

that doesn’t resolve


—


because i see it


i see the pattern


moment → feeling → silence


again

and again

and again


—


and i’m still here


feeling it

thinking about it


when i don’t even want to


—


and that’s the part

that doesn’t sit right


not you


me


still being here

after seeing what it is


—


because i don’t live like that


i don’t stay stuck


i don’t keep replaying something

that never moves forward


—


i think i gotta let it go


because something into nothing

doesn’t even matter


— Mr. Mak


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