Don't give your heart out to them,
he said.

And she agreed.
Better a miser with some people than generous with greedy ones.

But something struck her about that.
Had she truly given?
And she decided she better start giving.

She would take care of herself.
But before that, first and foremost, she would give.
Burn out than preserve.

But she would take care.
That they'd be the ones left speechless.
Unable to say anything.

And she would burn out than preserve.
She would light them up and go out with a bang,

Out where?
he might ask.

Out to you,
would come the reply.

I am selfish.
she said.

Selfish and obstinate, always doing things my way.
but a part of me says,
i'll light them all up.

And for you, my dearest, I light up the best.
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