False Hope

There's something about change

that leaves me terrified to make a move.

The fear of losing this,

for what feels like it'll be the last time,

is too great.

But the thought of change

also entices me.

It draws me in, then leaves me craving more.

Offers hope,

with no promise of following through.

The thing about change

is that it could go too many different ways.

It could be the best thing that ever happens to me,

or it could devastate me,

tear me apart in the blink of an eye.

The big thing though,

about change,

is that it can also happen slowly.

You could pull away,

we could fade, become lost.

And that type of change

is what keeps me coming back for more,

I get this false hope that you're not leaving.

I put my livelihood on the line

for someone who has no intention of staying.

Change can be positive,

but it's mostly only noticed

when it hurts.

When it tears apart

the one thing you have to live for.