is this what freedom feels like?
you no longer own
my lips. (although,
i'm sure you forgot you did.)
you no longer own
my hands.
for they no longer reach out for you
my right hand no longer fits perfectly
in your left.
for they have found the small
of another girls back
to rest upon
and draw circles around.
they no longer crave
to rest on your slim waist.
the touch of your light fingers
no longer create sparks
upon my smooth skin.
your crystal eyes no longer
light up my heart
(which also no longer belongs to you.)
my eyes no longer search
for your smile
and their brightness no longer
depends on the deceiving yet
beautiful words that carelessly flow
out of your mouth.
you no longer own every part of me.
and how does it feel?
i'm sure you didn't ever think to worry until
my lips belonged to someone
else.