When you’d hunt me down,
Felt like I was given a crown,
My heart so much quieter,
Aching for you as proprietor.

Someone said I drown,
On your face—a frown.
You’d stand on the brink,
Our breaths in the sync,
Feeling your nearness,
Ditching the harness,
Standing there bare,
Sinking to your stare.

If you’d hunt me down...
I’d wear it like a crown.