There comes a point when you need to stop giving away your power.
Harping on dusted memories
Pining for love lost
Wishing for one last touch
It’s in these thoughts that we lose our power
It seeps out until every pocket of our being is dry
And we are left, skeletal and weak
Without our power we are empty
Void of vitality
Close the drip
Allow yourself to be filled completely by your own love
Only then can it overflow and be free to be given to someone else
Lock that shit down.