Old Habits.

I seem to have a nasty habit. 

In which my love only drains the people who I want to nurture the most. 

So, how do I love someone?

When every time I’ve fully loved, 

I'm only left to love myself in the end. 

How many times until I stop loving myself?

If they don’t want to love me, then the next person will.

And then that next person doesn’t want to 

And the next doesn’t want to either.

Now I’m just a parasite who latches on for a cheap thrill. 

I know that's all there is- nothing more. 

Because at least I’m loved in some way for a sliver of time

And maybe that's just enough for now.

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