To Care, or not to Care.

What does it mean to care about someone?

It think it means to give up parts of ourselves to someone.
To allow them to hurt us,
To allow them to move us,
To allow them to have control over us.
But why?
Why would we let someone affect our feelings,
Affect our thoughts and actions.
Or... to a greater extent,
To allow someone access into our being,
To let them come and go in our hearts,
To trust that they wont misplace parts of us,
To lose pieces of us,
To steal away what makes us... us.
The answer?
Because we want to be that person.
We want to be the person worming into other peoples secrets,
We want to walk into peoples hearts,
To come and go as we please.
We want to be special,
We want to be cared about.
We, me, you, us; we "trade" ourselves.
We barter in emotions and secrets,
And doing what we do,
In this dangerous business,
We eventually get cheated.
Somewhere along the line, we make a bad trade.
We give up too much
And get stuck with too little.
What suckers we all are,
What chumps we all are.
For falling for it,
Time and time again.
For letting people cheat us.
For letting people come and take what they want,
For not charging enough,
For holding up these stupid sale signs,
For throwing ourselves out there too easily,
For giving ourselves away,
Until we're stuck with fractions of who we are.
And we sit around,
Thinking "Why was I so dumb?"
We sit around,
Lying, telling ourselves it won't happen again.
Knowing it will.
And it does.

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Here I am. Fifty percent off.
Fifty percent gone.