What really gets to me isn’t that people are always leaving

It’s that somebody will always be on their way out

Everytime I let someone in my door,

Someone else I can’t bear to lose is headed for the airport

And love is just the illusion of beauty in shifting sands

Memories, I’ve noticed, are cruel to start only when everything else stops

But I’ll accept them anyway- they’re the only things that don’t leave

And what is simple enough to resist giving me everything and nothing?

Now I regret how I acted when I thought I didn’t know what I was fighting for

And I don’t need anyone anymore

But what’s the point of all that anyway?

Image: “Fable” created using Color Therapy

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