Anti-climactic Heartbreak

I’m wrapped around people that never loved me honest, trying to twist out of loose threads. I’m brittled down by misers who never had the decency to donate closure to my begging body. Kisses have become synonymous to deceit and I have decided that cigarette smoke hides less than the fog of touch. Beginnings shine red rocket comet but I’m falling fast into abysses that yield no end. What harm would it have done to just say goodbye?