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wrong person, right time


there is no such thing as

right person, wrong time

that’s just what i told myself to soften the blow of losing you

 

i laid bandaids on the cracks you left on my heart

each one hiding just how ugly you left me

 

i loved you, maybe more than i loved myself

and that’s not ok

i’m growing,

i’m changing,

i’m evolving

 

i am better without you

i don’t need you to be happy

learning to love was a ice bridge to your heart,

the temperatures so extreme it extracted all the heat in my body

and left me frozen in time

i never felt so cold in my life

 

the air from your words left my skin raw

the closer you came the faster the hypothermia set in

i was held together with ice and bandages 

 

i’m stuck in the glacier of our memories 

only delusion kept me warm

 

it wasn’t until i started to drown and the ice entered my lungs

that i started to understand 

 

i couldn’t focus on the good memories anymore 

i had to accept the bad too 

 

loving you is more painful than it should be

we didn’t work out because we weren’t compatible 

we weren’t meant to be together 

it wasn’t the wrong time if we were never supposed to be together to begin with 

 

you entered my life as a lesson in disguise 

i don’t believe in right person wrong time anymore 

if you left, stay gone 

you were the wrong person at the 

right time

 

i’m stitching my heart together

foeget the bandaids

i’m not blinded by love anymore 

 

I have my glasses on

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