Settling
Settling is a disease of the mind
It declares that it’s okay
To remain on standby
Live life on rewind
Because we are so afraid to move forward,
Move on
From the idea of forever
Settling is a disease of the heart
Love so manipulated, uncontrolled, undefined
But we are blind
Settling is a disease
That forces us to believe
That better does not exist
But i persist
That the cure to settling
Is the battle within
The piece of you that recognizes
The difference between
What is love
And what is comfort
Settling will never work
Don't rob yourself of true joy
Because you have become complacent with being hurt
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