YOU ARE NOT MY OWN

 We didn’t know or maybe I knew

I shouldn’t have allowed you called me “babe”. I shouldn’t have settled into listening to you every night before bedtime like you were some lullaby that keeps my sleep time.

I shouldn’t have made this place your home or my arms your comfort zone.

We shouldn’t have gotten so close that our body smells like we use the same fragrance. It was just hugs and forehead kisses, absent tittle and promises made of words.

So much uncertainty but some assurance from every time we see. We shouldn’t have allowed two souls try to become one without the title of OWN.