Attachment Issues

So yeah i guess I could wax poetic left and right about how I’ve never actually been in love.

The more I hear you fuckers talk about it the more I think you’ve never been either.

I might not know what love is. I might not. But it’s not what you have

You have something less and more.

You have a little candle that you light and show off to others not realizing that the evaporating wax has to go somewhere. Without cutting the wick it gums the glass the light is held in.

You claw into another as if one single person could ever complete you.

You fall into them. Lose yourself for a bit. Focus on us. We

Then when your fingers are ripped away from their attachments you wonder if you lost anything substantial.

You did. You didn’t.

I don’t give a shit.