people

A Poem by Lyric

Good people are hard to find.
Good friends are even harder to find.
Something that truly "is delicate and rare", and priceless in that way that literally means, and is, 'priceless'
So much so, in fact, that it's hard to let go of something that literally cost you 'nothing'.
Nothing.
Not contribution of any kind, not, anything. Yet someone can still put up with your bull like you've given them everything they own and more.
That's what makes it painful. The idea that someone cares enough about me to not even care about themselves anymore.
"When love and life are fair" that means you're doing something wrong. When love and life are perfect that means someone's taken on your life and your problems. I've never understood why the best people are the people who are unloved and live triple shift lives, constantly working to uplift and help everyone but themselves; but the worst sit at home with everything they could ever want while acting like status makes them better than the people who love them enough to give them what they have.
You like "to dance upon air" being so damn sick headed and dumb that you think yourself special. Only to find yourself falling to your death in the end.