you are someone's

its a twist to love. but readers are able to understand it in their own manner

You are someone’s.

It’s them and them only. It cannot be another to take their place. A text, a greeting, a phone call mean the world. Their hair, height,

voice, smile, legs, ‘imperfections’, their everything is what you need (not want) you can’t find it anywhere else. It’s them. You love

them despite them being themselves in manners that hurt you. The pain is your evidence of love. To you, looking at them, you say

proudly ‘this is mine’ and the world should know it. But they don’t want that, and leave. You still want the world to know that they

were yours at one time because they were your perfection and you’re convinced everyone sees it.

Them you become someone else’s ‘them only’. You understand.

Author's Note

please leave a comment. im starting to share my thoughts with the world