Elucidating Questions

People don’t understand me

When I say I love you

They say I love you too

And then go

And they don’t know how I hurt when they go

So many temporary people just passing by

I miss them

But do they think of me?

I think not

I’m always the one to reach out

No one reaches to me they’re just gone and I don’t know where they went

Thanks object permanence.

It’s never the lost relationships I mourn

Only the ones that seemed fine but never turned into anything

Why do I love so easily?

Why does it slip through my fingers?