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By Taylor Springs

4/29/13

Temporary love is where I specialize

I know how to fade away just right

Practice makes perfect, is the phrase

And I’ve had too much practice moving on

Goodbye is something I know how to say

I’ve learned through the years

That we often don’t ask for help because

We are afraid of rejection

We’re terrified to be cast aside

But I can tell

In a clairvoyant sort of way when I am needed

I’m not careful in who I help

Because I don’t need to be

I do not need protection

Because I am temporary

I move on before it is too late

I move on before I want to stay

It’s the perfect way to live, I think

To say hello, and assume goodbye

Because eventually I will decide to go

I’m not lying or hiding that fact

Someday will be my departure

You will need to cope with that

But just know,

I won’t go

Until I know you’ve grown enough

To be stable without me here

Don’t let the fear of losing me hold you back

The time I spend here is for healing you

I beg for you to take advantage of that

For I am the daily affirmation

That you receive somehow

I’m the one you choose to turn to

Because I made a promise to be there

I will help you grow your wings

And fly to where you are supposed to be

My words will get you through the hardest nights

And you will lean on me

During the worst times

But I’ll always prop you back up again

I will not allow you to get attached

For I know how it will end

And I care too much to see you hurt

My temporary friend

For now

I am yours and you are mine

and that is subject to change

But when I go,

I’ll make sure you don’t need me anymore

You might claim to ache for me

But that is only because I am comfortable and warm

I am not your necessity, I am forever brief

I do my job and then I go

Temporary love, is me

I am the band-aid until your wounds fade

I am there to smile and tell you everything is okay

But as soon as the scar has formed

And you re-learn how to laugh

I’ll carefully back away and fade out

I have learned to be good at that

Because temporary means just for awhile

And I am temporary love

But don’t worry, I’ll leave carefully and turn the light on, on my way out

So that if you see me go and try to follow

You won’t fall down

And if you ever need me again

The light will lead you to where I can be found