**Passions**

A million and one interests  
Some new, some old

I love how excited you get for the little stuff  
And how boring the big stuff seems to you

We have so much in common  
We are so different

A million and one interests  
Some old, some new

Every day you find another one  
You show it to me, your new passion

And all I can think  
Is how you are my true passion

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When  she finds another thing to be interested in. And then another. And then  another. She is so quick to love, and loves so quickly. It made me want  to weep how easy you found happiness on the most random of things.

And  it also made want to weep how unable I was to bring you happiness. How  you once found it in me, very quickly. But then just as quickly stopped.  And I know it's not your fault. That you get bored quickly because of  how your mind is wired.

But then was that initial interest also because of how your mind is wired? Was it not genuine? Was I just a distraction?

I wish I could be one of your passions, again. Maybe tomorrow...