If I were to care
More
It would hurt

If I were to care
Less
I would go numb

If I were to hide away
From pain
I would grow pale

If I were to run
From people
I would grow old

If I were to love you
I would become scarred

If I were to hate you
I would fill with holes

If I were to leave you
I would have to start over

I’d be left
Staring at myself

A mayfly lives
But one day

Flying
Dancing

Loving
Dying

All in a single
Day