It Factor

I can't shake it. No matter how hard I try to remove myself from that feeling of needing it and wanting it. I wish I could just walk away from it but when you truly feel it, it's like a drug. I feel like I need it apart of my life and I will do anything to have it. It doesn't need me though. It doesn't fiend on me like I fiend on it. I breathe life into it and I'm the reason why it breathes. How dare it leave me? How dare I hurt over it when I'm the very fuel to the fire? Every woman has an it in her life or has had an it. (Notice I said woman). You probably are looking at your it right now, or thinking of it. It's like a leech and it sucks all of the life out of you. Everything you have, it takes and leaves you empty, torn, and broken. It makes me feel like I will feel it again. It makes me doubt everything I've ever known. It makes me question myself in ways when I know I should be sure of it.  It is a modern day monster under your bed, that steals away your peace. Some people would like to agree that you're better with it in your life, but you really just walk around dead on the inside searching for a place to rest your being in it. It is my boogie man and ironically my very place in reality. My it is the most powerful thing to me in my fastidious life and it resides on an extricate mirth. I am the reason it laughs. I am the reason it smiles. I am the reason it lives. I am dying to abdicate myself to it. I'm here to debunk it. It is not authentic and you should never trust it. It is like a maelstrom, no one is safe in it's presence. It is love.