She’s seen it all before,
the same cycles.
Disappointment taught her to brace for the fall.

She tried to normalize it,
Dull the sting,
She wished for the echoes to finally rest.

That tiny wish grew,
a parasite feeding her pain.
She became unrecognizable—
a patchwork of others wishes
stitched together with the threads of her love.

Nothing stays the same forever.
She was the very thing she feared,
trapped in the circle she swore to break.

So she rips herself apart,
threads her pieces with lies,
sewing herself together
with the desires of others.
Praying for her is enough.

But people change.
She tears herself to shreds,
always the parasite,
siphoning their pain,
leaving behind her poison
in hands that never asked for it.