Don’t touch me.
I’m not yours anymore.

I wanted to hate you.
I wanted to go—
but your grip was strong.
You had power.
You had it all.

I was so weak.
Powerless too.
You had everything.
And I was yours—
all alone.

I cried.
And cried.
Until I forgot.
Or tried to.

But then… I remembered.
And I really tried hard
to face what made me feel
so mad.

Then it hit me—
clear and loud:
I was never yours.
Not even a bit.