"Does the right guy at the wrong time will ever get their chance again?"

I recently reconnected with a friend of mine, and it went great
and soon my close friends asked me
what if he's the right guy?
and for a moment i kept quiet just thinking about him
we failed before, and now that we've reconnected being friends again,
what if he's just the right guy but at the wrong time?
the old me would've fantasize about it so much,
but right now, all i'm thinking is whether right now
is the right time
to be thinking of love.

so the question now is:

is it the right time to finally accept the right guy?

By Arcassin Burnham


..And when I'm gone turn me out like a night light,
then wait for dawn,
not talking about death but what you picked up on,
like another built wall so wide as the border thats crossing
the road , due forget it all,
when you try so hard only to end up in a fall,
you kept me from so much , i will not be stalled,
in a country where literally anything could happen , please
stay off the alcohol,
Theres no purpose for unpurposed matters if everything happens for
a reason,
so much trouble up in every ghetto , if you left , it'll be necessary
treason,
Almost uneducated with no family support,
A mom that'll rather see me killed than be on child support,
mooching off the fabric of my reality , blood sport,
You could had an abortion now what is this for?
Would you be sad if i left?
would you even cared if i died?
would you hate yourself if I just turned around and walked out that door
and never say goodbye?
turning a blind eye to the ******* you think stresses you,
putting that on yourself including my existence, i will be better than you.

goodbye.

today
my need for you
is unbearable
it's physical
it’s mental
you invade my mind
you own my body
the expectation of pleasure
vibrates inside me
ephemeral lie
I hate
the awareness
I cannot have you
my hunger will not be satisfied
I’m smashed
from the promise to let you go
unable to move
I'm tormented
full of you
just of you
I can’t
miss you
I can’t
die
I must have you
is I must  breathe

I watch you leave
And I am done with seeing backs.
Tired of handing my heart
To the hands of fragile spines
Who colour their lives within the confines of cowardice;
I watch you leave for the last time.

Reluctantly,
I exhale the part of me that became entwined with you.
I am worth more than anything that isn't sure
I am worth staying.

Up until my eyes are bloodshot.
I think about my life until my stomach is in knots,
I feel sad, happy, mad, sometimes it gets confusing.
In the end I do fall asleep but tomorrow I know what's awaiting me.