I've learned the hard way
that not everyone will stick around.
I could give someone everything,
And they would walk away with it all,
Not giving me another glance.
And you know what the sad part is?
I would still be there,
Waiting for the day they might come back.
Acting as though they didn't take a part of me with them.
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I’ve had people walk out of my life, and every time they came back, I was there. Once I put the words down, I realized that I need to learn to let go instead of letting people back in so easily.