It always comes back to you. I swear it is something in my spirit that make me wonder about you. Maybe you are the one. The others have all been train wrecks.
When you are around you feed off my energy. I stopped carrying you in my spirit a long time ago. But you refuse to let me go. Maybe you are the reason Mr. Right hasn’t found me yet. You need me. But you will never tell me that in person.
You’re toxic and I know it. I deserve someone good. Someone that breathes life into my soul. Someone who will add peace and joy to my heart.
I’m headed in the right direction. You might continue to try and follow me. Maybe there’s something I’m supposed to share with you. Only time will tell.
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