She was desperate for love
And he was desperately in lust.
So she gave him all of her love
And he gave her all of his lust.
And he lusted
her until that lust
turned into disgust.
This is a true story.
And sometimes the she I am referring to is us.
We need to take back our pride
and realize we are worth more than that man’s touch.
Unless the prints of his fingertips feeds the spirit of our souls
and we are made to sing praises with gentle nudges of encouragement
I say to you, to me:
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
The fact that love is hard to find
is no reflection on us.
We need to admire our own image of who we have become.
Realizing that the women we are on the inside is worthy of our individual trust.
And if we find ourselves in situations where we feel confined and stuck,
it’s never too late to develop self-love.
Because once you love yourself,
it seems that everyone around you
senses your light
and is drawn to you like a drug.
But this isn’t about them.
And it isn’t about him.
This is about you confusing
his lust for love
and your love for lust.
This is about you living with the consequence of your actions
because you were so desperate for love.