Some times its not about you

The person 'to have and to hold'

Is he who celebrates your successes with you first

Before thinking how those successes affect him

'you can't make homes out of human beings; somebody should have already told you that' Warsan Shire

We make homes out of other human beings
Human beings 'prone to wander' and leaving
Who then become our Horcruxes

We are meandering about in incompleteness
Not because we lack an Other
Rather, we have left pieces of our souls
In the possession of others

This was the dark lord's undoing
Why would we, creatures of light, be spared this myth?

It is easier for them to kill us, slow agonizing deaths, this way.

Listening to Plantrae's Seeing in the Dark

Oh hail!
Music
That breaks our hearts tenderly
And heals them stronger than before

Unlike most people
Who break our hearts into fine powders
That get blown away by the wind

Some people, however,
Are songs worth listening to
Over and over again

In the words of T.S. Eliot
'You are the music while the music lasts'