You are mine

I am somebody’s else story. The person they pushed past on a crowded street, the one who broke their heart. I have happened in so many places, to so many people.

Yet I have never been bolder or brighter than

I am with you, not once I ever felt so alive. Whatever vessel we pour ourselves into, mine

is now overwhelming, brimming with life.

Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses.

My name is no longer name, it is a call. And love

is no longer love- love is you.

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