Fickle

“I must let go now. Let you go. Love is too often The answer for staying. Too seldom the reason For going. I drop the line And watch you drift away. “All along You thought The fiery current Of your lover’s breast Pulled you to the deep. But it was my heart-tide Releasing you To float adrift With seaweed.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“I realized that love can be mediocre and a safe comfort, or it can be unhinged and hurtful. Either seemed like a good life.”
― Terese Marie Mailhot, Heart Berries

“Nothing matter but the quality/ of the affection—/in the end—that has carved the trace in the mind dove sta memoria”
― Ezra Pound