Poems.

To have.

You don't really "have" anyone in this world.
Those people that you "have" aren't yours.
You don't own them.
They're a person with emotions and bones and blood just like you and I.
So why do you treat them like an object?
Even when you talk with someone, in a friendly way, (this isn't just about relationships, it's about friendships as well.) they blow you off and go with a bigger better deal.
So, even if you felt that you "had" this person, or belonged with this person in some way (as friends, romantically, or even as a lab partner), they decided to abandon you in the dust.
And while you're in the dust, all you see is a blur of your old memories with them.
But you leave people too.
Sometimes you don't even realize it.
You don't really "have" anyone in this world.