my person

I found my person. 

He makes me laugh like no one else does, and he makes me smile for no reason. 

I get those butterflies around him, and I haven’t had those in a long time. 

But there’s a problem. not a slight one. a huge one. 

 

This problem breaks my heart, no, actually it poisons my heart. 

I want to scream, and cry, and not be alive. 

It’s not his fault really, nor is it mine. 

This problem isn’t one that can be solved. 

 

I convinced him to stay, though, i don’t know how long that’ll last. 

There’s this pit in my stomach telling me i’m wrong.

He adores me, i know it, and i adore him 

An evil has appeared though, firing its ugly head. 

 

Now i guess i truly understand, what it means to have the right person and the wrong time.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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