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“Being an introvert doesn't mean you're shy. It means you enjoy being alone. Not just enjoy it - you need it. If you're a true introvert, other people are basically energy vampires. You don't hate them; you just have to be strategic about when you expose yourself to them - like the sun. They give you life, sure, but they can also burn you and you will get that wrinkly Long Island cleavage you've always been afraid of...”
― Amy Schumer, The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo

“Domineering-types may appear omnipotent but, inevitably, will smother everything they love and lose all.”
― Stewart Stafford

“I remember every single red flag waving
like the first crazy
through the door on Black Friday.
I remember drinking
until each flag waved slower and slower
and seemed
harmless. The voids within you
attract the voids
who sleep next to you. I get it now.

-The Ones Who Adore Your Veins”
― Casey Renee Kiser

“A powerful way to suss out energy leeches and vampires is to simply retract your energy. These individuals will fall back into ego, disillusionment, entitlement, and unwarranted defensiveness. This isn’t your issue to deal with. Continue to focus on yourself. That is the solution.”
― Robin S. Baker

“Black Widow by Stewart Stafford

She blinds me with her caress.
Hand upon my chest,
Venom kisses like snake bites
ecstatic and unbecoming night.

She drags me to her tomb,
graveyard of many a groom,
Lovers wrapped in silken lace,
In webs of death, find their place.

Creeping dawn on morn,
Frostbitten and reborn,
Clinging on so tight,
Her kiss, the shroud of night.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“your partner is supposed to
enrich your life
not drain it
staying when it hurts is not love”
― Rupi Kaur, Home Body

“i’m careful about
who i spend my energy on
- i know my worth”
― Rupi Kaur, Home Body

“Once you know how to shift your energy, no one will be able to control your energy!”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“B.S., I Luv You (Final Version) by Stewart Stafford

In Black Widow's grip, senses denuded,
Heathen preen in savage web deluded.
Sweet nothings said tongue-in-cheek,
Shaman's mask for deception's peek.

Check blood bank, deposit paid!
It's a sociopath's shameless, sick parade.
In sycophant shade, carrion crows convene,
Alibis caw over a cadaver's gangrene.

Bury your drained victims, vampire creep,
From oozing floorboards, vile secrets seep.
Botox sessions cease, a purse frowned,
Dredged up memories when you're around.

Communing in brackish revelry,
Bacchanal feast amidst hellfire devilry.
Scapegoating slithers to slippery past,
In tumbling runes, flaws naked cast.

Choke on scabrous words yourself,
Unison choir of your faces on the shelf.
Self-worth void is your parasitic twin,
Overdue promises, to flay second skin.

Puppeteering your rigged game,
Cracked compass of faux shame.
Pompous pharisaic fête queen,
A selective soundbite murder scene.

Swimming lessons ended drowned,
Regurgitated before it was downed.
Hide your bodybag laundry away,
Swallowed by a cesspit's wanton decay.

I'll hold my hands up for all my wrongs,
Not gleefully bamboozle you in songs.
A wanted poster on your mirrored path,
Eyelids glued to face your own wrath.

© 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford