It’s a good thing she didn’t believe in love
Or else she’d have never seen through
Those silly words, and those promises
That he kept making her.
It’s a good thing she knew when to walk
Away from that rainbow coloured bubble
That looked more beautiful than the Sunday sun
When she had her glasses on.
It’s a good thing, she reminded herself
That she took that ghastly painting back
The colours were all wrong, she had said
He didn’t disagree.
It’s a good thing that there were at least five
Unread books still lying on her shelf
And a few unseen films for those silent nights
That she loved so much.
It’s a good thing she didn’t believe in love
For when he would go offline for hours together
That terrible clenching feeling in her heart
Could be so deceptive.
It’s a good thing. Yes it is, she said twice
Imagine what this stupid heart could do to you
Break without warning, and make such a mess
It’s a good thing. Yes it is.
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