Self love can only bloom when it is sheltered.
The rules are simple. Don’t commit to anyone
And don’t allow anyone to come close.
Simple but also fateful.
These efforts to shelter love create an icy ring
Which slowly eats its way inwards towards the core.
Do any inner feelings remain
For anybody or anything?
Without personal commitment
All experiences can only be at best aesthetic.
When the door continually closes, at times
The temptation may be to peep through the keyhole.
Better to either kick the door down or walk away.