'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.