You spark a fire in me
That never seems to die out.
Your spark is like a hell’s flame
Always burning and ready to crash out
Over me and everybody who thinks they can take me away from you
I thought this was love
But when you told me
“You belong to me.”
I couldn’t shake this feeling
That something was off.
Your words and actions never aligned
Unless doubt and uncertainty clouded my mind.
That’s the only time our worlds would align
As if you were reading my mind.
You’d show me off for all to see
Saying I love you
And yet still embarrassing me.
You’re like a champion who wants all the glory
While I’m stuck in your grasp as a trophy.
“You belong to me.”
Echoes in my head
And makes me question
Is this love or is this an obsession?
I don’t know the difference
Because you tell me all of these sweet beautiful nothings
That convince me that this might turn into something.
You bring me out and shower me with affection
But that’s only in public when it’s time for you to brag.
You show me off and use me
Then toss me aside like I was a cum rag.
Yet I still ask myself
Is this love or is this an obsession?
Never wanting to ask the real question
Am I simply just your possession?
About the Creator
Andre The First
I write about the things we don't always say out loud: love, loss, self-worth, family, healing, and everything in between. Just trying to make sense of life, one poem and one reminder at a time.
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