Poems from epepper1

To end is to hurt/ feelings left in a lurch/ every open door leaves/ a closed one in its wake/ it doesn't matter the reason/ it doesn't...
The nerves at the end of my interest tingle/ at the meeting of someone new/ the uncertainty of who they are awakens me/ Who are they?/ Not...
those who are supposed to stay are fickle/ebbing and flowing in a constant trickle/they purport to be a steady anchor /to which my heart is...