I’m not afraid to show you how I feel.
Not afraid to admit that I’m addicted to you
to say, out loud, how deeply I love you,
how much I crave your touch, your presence, your warmth.
Even if you’re not mine…
in my heart, you are.
Mine to protect,
mine to break,
mine to ruin,
and mine to fix again
a dangerous kind of love I’ve never known before.
I tried to move on, I really did.
But I kept searching for you in everyone else,
and no one ever came close.
So I stopped pretending.
Now I just accept it
this relentless, consuming feeling.
I will keep loving you,
whether you are mine or not.
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