If you are truly mine,
why do I once again feel so crest-fallen
why do you make me feel so low?

If you are truly mine,
why do i slowly feel you
slipping through the crevices
of the walls framing heart?

If you are truly mine,
why do I feel like your hideout?
Are my walls nugatory?
nothing but a shelter
with an enter and exit crevice?
are you that conceited
that you have to show off
about knowing me inside and out?

If you are truly mine,
why does this not feel like a straight line
with only 2 points?
why does it carry the idisyncrasies of a polygon?
YOU’RE SUPPOSE TO ******* BE MINE.
no one else’s…

- d.b.d.