Some people put the stars in your eyes,
or suck the air out of your lungs.
Some people are your broken goodbyes,
or all the songs you’ve ever sung.
Some people are countless endeavors,
or unfinished tasks never to be done.
Some people are troves of treasure,
or spools of gold waiting to be spun.
Some people are merely centerpieces,
or shining jewels in your polished crown.
Some people are unmade peaces
or lost, never to be found.
Some people are all of these,
for many faces we all wear.
Forsake the ones who are hard to please,
for they remain self-unaware.