I slyly got your number.
We texted back and forth, filling all the gaps.
Built a desire to know your innermost secret maps.
Was unsure at first, so many new things all at once.
I wanted you to be my person.
I got up the nerve.
You took me out and I stumbled across the words,
"Can I keep you forever?"
We kissed and my whole inside lit on fire.
You made love to me and built up more desire.
At that moment,
I knew you were my person.
Day after day, moment upon moment.
Even your past was not a deterrent.
We built up our life through conversation and dreams...
We vowed to move forward together as a team.
We mended eachother and grew our love
Hearts fitting inside one massive glove
You are my person.
I tell you my secrets, my hopes, and my needs.
I am patient, transparent, while inside my heart bleeds.
You're different, unique, impermeable.
You will always remain a mystery to me.
You are my person who I think of every minute,
Who I choose to be with even if we have a dispute.
As time goes on, though and my needs are not met.
I wonder, am I your person?
Have I ever been your person all this time?
As your emotions escalate and you treat my needs like a crime.
I am pushed away, shoved to the corner.
There is no place for me in your heart, I am a foreigner.
It becomes very apparent,
I'm not your person.
As I mourn this loss, I look towards my person.
I fear if I love her more, the situation might worsen.
I am lost all around,
Not sure what to do.
As I've lost my person and my heart is askew.
I try to make things better, but they only get worse.
"Spend time with me! I need you"
gets only a cold-shouldered response.
What started out as love, now has turned into a curse.
I once gained a person, someone who loved and cared,
to now be left with a hole, gaping, and bare.
You are no longer my person.