People Always Leave

With every furious storm,
There is destruction,
With every person who leaves,
There is a heart broken.

Like the waves of the sea,
That rapidly hit
against the shore,
People enter your life,
wanting some more.
Wanting some more of the attention,
which you so willingly
yet unnecessarily gave,
leading to a rise in your frustration.
And like the ebb tide,
Retreating from the shore,
People always leave,
taking some more.

It's funny how happiness,
comes out bursting at once.
Yet how sadness leaves,
slowly and so painful.
Like a knife to the heart,
removing it slowly.

But think about it -
Do people always,
leave at their own will?
Maybe it's just us,
Pushing them away?