some love too much
while others not enough
fools linger in the palace of denial
and so many of us
look to the center
failing to recognize what we have

with sad tones
searching for optimism
another life has been purged
from this beautiful
and terrible husk

there is no fix to be applied
i’ve been laughed at
and discarded
with no apology
and no remorse

after all the pleas
the effort
the love the tears
the sleepless nights
the lies and the betrayal
i’m left here
empty once again
a clean slate
ready to be written on
and used once more

such is the fate of the fixer