“Shawty heart is on steroids, cause her love is so strong.
You might fall in love when you meet her.
If you get the chance, you better keep her.
She’s sweet as pie, but if you break her heart,
She turn cold as a freezer.
That fairytale ending with a knight in shining armor.
She can be my sleeping beauty,
I’m gon’ put her in a coma.
Damn I think I love her.
Shawty so bad, I’m sprung and I don’t care.
She ride me like a roller coaster.
Turn the bedroom into a fair.
Her love is like a drug.
I was tryna hit it and quit it.
But lil’ mama is so dope, I messed around and got addicted.”
- a candidate or competitor about whom little is known but who unexpectedly wins or succeeds:
#Libra — I don’t compete, especially for love and devotion from partners. You either see my worth or you don’t and, if not, I wish luck figuring yourself out.
#Projector — I have the desire and drive to succeed. If I can’t, I won’t stay in in something that promises only bitterness.
I am a dark horse.
Since writing the post on Paint the Town Red, there is a verse sticking with me: “They just want my love and my energy.”
Yup. I get it.
My love is like a drug.
I appreciate that I can be a source dopamine, but that’s not partnering.
I’ve been struck by how often someone asks how I am, and my response is ‘tired’ — worn down, fucking exhausted. I’ve been reevaluating where I spend my energy because I don’t have a lot of it right now.
When I go to various bonds, I go prepared to be present — ‘be’ with that person. Listen, respond, care, appreciate, and give. I’m there with them. That can feel really good to people. But I go when I have the energy to be and give that to others. I don’t have that energy all the time.
When I’m not being ‘on’ for others, I’m ‘off’ for myself.
One problem is, right now, I don’t have a lot of time for myself.