His Not Mine

by ShyandHurt   Oct 19, 2008


Cut from the world,
I wish to be stolen of my breath,
It only hurts,
Each inhale beats ruthlessly.

Every moment I'm in his presence,
I just want to run,
All the air I intake,
Is his,
Not mine.

He reminds me of it every second,
I am lowest,
To be smacked down and subdued,
Nothing is mine,
Only his.

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