Yours

Yours

I may be your friend

I may be your foe

Family or your end?

Lover or,

all of your woes?

But I will never be

Yours

You may be the moth to my flame

And I may be the drug to douse your pain

But I will never be

yours

For I am not a possession or object

for you to so arrogantly claim

yours

For you to so vehemently blame

for your inaction and actions

I am not a trophy you can collect

Nor am I a mere game

To play with,

due to your blinded attractions

To what I am rather than whom,

scared to lose to

Yet still, I am not

yours

Not on you, I won’t gamble

For I do not have ample,

Time to waste on a mere fly

who will soon fall with their lies

For they’ve run out the money

the allies, the time

They’ve just run out

So don’t come back to me and

mark me with the sales tag,

for I am not yours to be sold

or told,

That I am

yours