Again And again

We swipe right on each other, overtime.

We are drawn to each other.

It’s an unhealthy cycle.

But we do it over and over.

Why?

Why do we do that?

For me.

It’s so familiar.

So comfortable.

But it is so unhealthy.

Do you mean to be mean?

I don’t think you do.

You hide behind your charm.

Allure me with your fun.

You go all in.

And get me to the point that I crave your time.

I get hooked.

Then you vanish.

Leaving me questioning.

Over and over.

I can’t do this anymore.

So, I now see that universe was saying… “are you going to do this AGAIN? REALLY? AGAIN?”

And I agree.

I will not do that again.

That was the last round.

I’ve learned my lession.

Finally.

I deserve a MAN.

That knows his worth.

And mine.

That cherishes what we have have together.

And will do everything in his power to protect it.

Nurture it.

Care for it.

And grow it.

I will not settle for less than that.

Ever again.

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