Mine

I wonder what it feels like,

to be called mine.

Part of something primal,

to belong somewhere,

to be someone's.

I wish I can be called mine,

to be wanted and loved.

Someone I can return to,

trust them to hold me,

when I need them to.

I need to be called mine,

before my heart, body, and mind,

gives out and gives up.

I look for that person left and right,

for them to call me mine.