People are toxic.

Too close

but still out of reach.

We grasp for hope,

slipping into thin air.

They'll tell you you're beautiful.

The words ache

in pleasure and pain

but you can't stop yourself from returning,

for possibilities await.

It makes us human

to be foolish, hopeful, vulnerable.

We give in too easily.

Weak and emotionally immature,

we won't listen.

This time, you tell yourself

you know better.

The issue is a difference

between being a priority

and an option.

Rationality takes a while,

while your emotions trump the truth.

A twisted cycle you cannot stop.

Getting hurt happens

to even the strongest

because we're reluctant to let go.

It's not easy.

You have control.

Happiness is in your hands.

People are not worth that sacrifice.