Rust

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Today it is you,
tomorrow it’s her,
And later-who?
I remain constant,
but I forget myself.
I cry. Smile. Study. Sleep. Eat-
with myself.
Yet I feel lonely.
Yet, I seek connections.
Today a stranger,
tomorrow a lover
day after I am alone
again.
Why? Why god? Why me?
It hurts so bad.
Time goes by,
and I build up my pieces
into a more robust structure;
into a better exterior.
I look myself in the mirror
and see someone familiar.
The rust was gone from the iron.
Better, reliable…