I think I’ve realized why i lose the people I give a piece of myself too
I care too much..
I feel too much…
I love too hard…
to the point where I give too much or give too little
each time someone comes into my life
I give them a part of me but only that tiny part
for some, its too little.
they feed off that tiny bit because they want more.
they want to know what it’s like to have all of me.
they want to know what makes me smile
what makes me laugh
or what keeps the haunted look in my eye
the reason I toss and turn every night
they want to know my secrets
they want to unravel me until I’m nothing but who I am
they want to know me…
for the others… it’s too much.
my love is like a sauna..
it suffocates them until they feel like their lungs are constricting and closing in around them
they feel too much all at once
they don’t know how to deal with it
to the point where it consumes them
my love is powerful
my love is dangerous
that tiny piece of me I gave them is someone else’s whole
and they don’t know to cope
they think they realized the only way to cope with this is to run
to run from this
to run from me
what they don’t know is as they run, they still have that tiny piece I gave them
I’m no longer me
it’s a hollow space of where that piece once used to be
then the cycle continues
I become like the ones who want more
I’m left wishing I could have piece of someone with a missing piece