A Map to Anyone's Heart

why do people cry and say goodbye?

This is where it ends.
Sometimes I wonder to myself,
were all those things just a part of a dream?
Had I always been this naïve towards love?
All those times, was I really awake
or had I been sleeping my way through all this?

I watched you look at me,
your gaze never leaving me.
You were here and yet you were not.
There in front of me, you felt like the stranger
I met five years ago, not the lover whom I
shared the bed with, the very first girl
whose virginity I had taken, the girl who
told me her darkest secrets, the girl whose
world has become mine and mine to her.

Who are we when we are in love? Rather,
are we who we are when we are in love?

You continued to gaze at me,
the corner of your eyes threatening tears
to fall, your hands clenched on either of your side,
your lips trembling in fear, confusion, and exhaustion.
I wanted to pull you towards me, wrap you in my arms,
cradle you and tell you what I truly fear the most.
But I just stood there,
looking at you but never really seeing you.
You said this was for the best and
that we should all just forget the rest.
You said we're never apart even
though we're breaking apart.

Tell me, love,
are you a part of me
or apart from me?

How could I forget when all I
know is to remember? You then started
crying, a piercing howl of help from within.
Why do people cry and say goodbye?
Why do people leave and never stay?

Why do we love, only to get our hearts broken?