Almost Mine, Never Yours

He doesn't love me.
He never said he did.

But he looks at me like he owns every broken piece of me-
and I let him take them anyway.

No labels. No promises. No rules.
Just stolen nights and tangled sheets,
and a connection neither of us are brave enough to define.

I tell myself I can walk away whenever I want.

But he knows the truth-
I won't.

Because some addictions don't come with warning labels.
They come disguised as people.