It wasn’t the right time

He wasn’t the right guy

Figuratively speaking

He wasn’t ready for what I was giving

And I thought it was me

I was blindly doing everything

Giving everything

Being everything

To this man

Forgetting I existed

Forgetting my soul thirsted

For my own love

But I wanted his

I was dying for this

Literally speaking

I had trouble breathing

Anxiety getting the best of me

It took an act of God to save me

And to save him too

From hurting himself more than he was me

He needed the cape

He needed to escape

From his own hell

To finally accept love

And make the clock shift

So that it would be the right time

With the right guy.

-JIF

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