an ode to the loveless, these are for you.

you say goodbye too often, you never mean it.

i always say,
"at least i have you."
but do i even really have you?
your words feel like string,
depending on the length they can go on for a long time but it's never forever.
i can't wrap the world once with the "i love you"'s you've said to me.
so do i really even have you?
your words have begun to reach their end, you're out of string.
all those "i love you"'s leave a sting on my skin.
do i really even have you?
do i really even want to have you?