Timekeeper

03. "Give them a piece of you"

Who cares about love?

You give them love. It is rarely remembered. A prettier face, better voice. Bigger car, more money. Smarter brain, wittier words.

They'll take it all away.

And you too, will forget you ever gave a piece of your heart to them.

Because you didn't really, did you? It passed and it was a delusion. You thought you did, but you didn't. You thought it hurt but really, you've had worse.

Because love is forgettable.

So give them a piece of your soul.

Trade it for a piece of theirs. In your soul is pain and sorrow and joy and emptiness. Once you have that in your little palm, you'll never forget. You will never let yourself forget.

Because if you do, your soul will be incomplete. You will have nothing in that hole and you'll try so desperately to fill it up again. But you never can. Once you waste that person's soul, you'll never get it back.

Maybe that's love.

It's just pain to me.

Maybe I can replace that, piece by piece.

I'll take something from everyone and give a bit of me, until I'm nothing but an echo. Until I'm a puppet of my own will, strewn together of every corner of this world.

Maybe love is not needing that.

Maybe if it is, love doesn't really exist.