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
Thank you so much for reading this poem.
