just one more
HES MINE
YOU CANT FUCKING HAVE HIM
HES BEEN MINE FOR FIVE FUCKING YEARS
YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT TO JUST
TO JUST
TO FUCKING JUST
TAKE HIS HAND AWAY FROM WHERE IT WAS HOLDING MINE
YOU DONT GET TO SAY HES BEAUTIFUL
WHEN IVE BEEN HOLDING SO TIGHT TO HIS FINGERS
WHEN IVE BEEN CRYING SO HARD BECAUSE HE IS SO GOOD WHEN I AM SO
NOT
AND YOU CANNOT FUCKING SHOW HIM OFF HE IS NOT YOURS TO SHOW
WHEN HAVE YOU EVER NEEDED HIS ARMS AROUND YOU TO REMEMBER HOW TO BREATHE
WHEN HAVE YOU EVER FELT YOUR BLOOD TURN THE COLOR OF HIS EYES
WHEN HAVE YOU EVER BEEN STAYED ALIVE TO SEE HIS SMILE ONE MORE TIME
YOU CANNOT FUCKING HAVE HIM
I HONESTLY DONT KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU
TO MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND
BUT HE IS NOT YOURS TO KEEP
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