I tell lies about you to strangers.
I tell them you were mine.
That for a moment, however brief, you were mine.
That at some point I had you.
Because it’s easier to say that
Than explain the way I adored you.
Would have given you my everything
Fought for you
And I never had you.
You were never mine.
And I understand that and I’m sorry
for tacking your name onto mine for the thousandth time.
But it’s easier to say I had you
Than to explain how I never did.