Impacted

People come, people go.
this is said so often, as if it is commonly known.
Which it is, in it's nature.
Is the meaning or the phrase known?
People come into my life and I let them in.
Door wide open, I share my all.
Everyone takes a bite of me.
Is there nothing left to give?
My heart is overflowing.
Giving I want to for all.
I mustn't if I want to stay as a pillar of my own.
Hopeless romantic I suppose one could say.
Each being has something to offer;
I seek it out.
Not egocentric, nor self absorbed.
Just broken from the core.
Trying to find the glue.
But who?
Who can supply the pieces given away and connect them back together?
Where?
Searching I feel I must, innately.
Content must I be.
One mold or another, I don't fit.