One thing I need you to know,

I find it hard to let people go.

I was just a kid,

when it was planted

like a seed.

One that I’m ashamed of,

one time hasn’t been able to weed.

It’s stuck in my pores,

it colours my hair.

In the darkness it grows,

behind my eyes it stares.

It’s like my heart has holes,

people come in

only to go.

No one grows old there,

nobody stays.

It’s like my eyes are a window,

tinted with pain.

I try my best,

take all jokes in good gest.

I prioritize,

plan trips.

Pretend I don’t hear what comes out

of rude partner’s lips.

I give all of myself,

time and time again.

Hoping they won’t leave,

that we’ll be friends until the end.

But I’m starting to realise,

it may never be enough.

That being careful with people,

doesn’t make you rich

with love.

It can often make you feel,

like a cat’s got your tongue.

Like you can’t be honest,

like your feelings are best left

unsung.

Because the truth about people,

is no matter how much you care.

No matter how much you show up,

no matter how many birthday texts

you send.

There is no guarantee,

no formula-

no tarot card reader,

no people-version of David Attenborough-

People will always leave you,

and that’s just a fact.

And some people will grieve you,

while others won’t look back.

But forget about people

and let’s think about the heart.

The heart still beats

when you’re too sad

to get out of bed.

And the heart still beats

when you kiss your brother’s newborn,

on the head.

The heart was made to last,

to be with you until the end.

So remember to take good care,

of it’s very best-friend.