Before You Were Mine

before you were even mine you reached inside of me

(in more ways than one) you pulled the sadness out of me

and all the secrets I have kept since I was old enough to know

how to keep them. you kept them for me (safe)

and before you were even mine we danced

in a room crowded with people and I got lost

in you (completely and utterly lost) like my feet were being

dragged but for the first time I felt what it was to hope.

to hope for unconditional understanding, for lust

that was drawn from more than just whispers

and a shallow late night text. before you were even mine

you held me in your arms and I felt like I was

in the palm of your hand.

 

before you were even mine I was yours already.

the first time

 

I lost you, even,

was before you were mine.

friends (best) was a word we used from the beginning

the same one we are now using after the third time I lost you.

Now I lay beside your ghost and wonder were you ever really mine

or was I (along with my secrets, my body, my heart)

was I just yours?

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