We think that having somebody is better than having nobody,
so we say yes to less than what we want.
We make a mutual agreement
to use each other.
I say, “I like you, but I don’t want anything more.”
You say, “Ok, I agree.”
But even when we tiptoe around the truth,
even when we say it in the nicest way we can,
even when we say we’re not going to hurt each other,
in the end, we always do.
Even if the pain doesn’t come pouring down our face,
or screaming from our lungs,
it is still a punch in the gut when when somebody says “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Maybe it isn’t losing each other that hurts the most,
but knowing that we are back to having nobody
when all we want is somebody.