Sometimes I feel like I live up to my balancing Libra scales. I envelop peoples anxieties, I engross peoples’ tensions within me, healing them, emitting a sense of serenity within them.
Sucking in their energy, overcoming their abandoned aura; I am an empathetic leech. Maybe, I am the definition of the almighty Empath, but you see I cannot help being oh so sensitive.
I am my own worst enemy, gregarious libra’s light I. Drowning, I consume their hopeless energy as my own, balancing their worrisome pessimism with a soothing optimism.
Come into my arms, and let me ignite a fire in you; even if it costs me my very own detriment. Let me blare this torch in your darkness despite my procrastination to materialise my own happiness and dreams.
Let me shine a light through you despite my shameful inability to shine a light in me.