Right person, wrong time.
A perfect script, wrong lines.
My timeline, your end and beginning,
A blessing dressed in a daydream.
Moments turn into poison
Love turns into addiction.
Wishes into a star, bring me back to where I am last night.
Because I don't want to wither down.
What is love?
What is need?
Why do I feel so hurt when It had only been a month since I've like him?
What is wrong with me?
You know, I've wished a couple a times,
That this time, it's right and just.
That this time, It'll be alright.
That this time, it wouldn't have hurt so much.
But maybe I shone too bright, I came on too strong,
That burned even your light.
I didn't wished to. It wasn't what intended to.
But I was glad I loved you.
I've learned to feel of things I've forgotten.
I've learned to shine even brighter.
I've learned to be there for myself, when no one else were.
And I've learned to let go, when I feel hurt.
4:21 pm
October 28,2023
