In hopes that we would share the same language of love, I stayed.
Physically we understood each other, occasionally mentally and emotionally.
I decided to translate my spirit as you translated yours. Even your spirit spoke different.
In hopes that your spirit would change, i stayed.
Unknowingly, weeks became years as we reside on separate pages, speaking in different tongues and our spirits vibrating at different frequencies.
Once i realized the importance of my spirit and energy, i gained my power back.
My spirit had to retreat to save itself from you. I can no longer give when you are not giving.
We will never speak the same language as long as we’re on different frequencies.
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