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You are mine but I am not yours

Sort of like

How maroon is always a color but a color isn't always maroon

How a sunflower is always a flower but a flower isn't always a sunflower

No no that is not to say I am encompassing

But I know more about myself

My identity, my personhood is defined beyond this little time

I stole my mother’s ornaments, webbed them in my personality

Now I raise my chin, smile and walk away when it's not worth it anymore

Plagiarized my dad’s foundations, renamed them mine

You want to talk about politics, textile dyeing techniques, friendships, cars….?

Listening ears and an interjecting tongue

Copying her actions whenever I'm excited, doing that little dance that I picked up

Between classes when we lingered in the hallways for “just another minute”

Yes I still challenge everyone to an arm wrestle, adamant that I will win

After all, I won in 9th grade and you were “the best”: are you surprised it gave me an unfaltering ego?

One Direction went on hiatus 5 years ago, yet I can still identify each member’s voice from all those hours of practice for Battle of the Bands

P.S why didn't we participate eventually?

Changed my love for the moon from a scientific pov to an obsession for its ethereal beauty

Doing the same thing over and over and over again till I've gotten the hang of it,

Repetitive like him

Bumping into her at the mall after ages, I'm still wearing my bag slung across my shoulder

Like how you showed me in grade school

Embezzled her coquettishness, flaunted it as mine

Pretending to tie my hair up, momentarily showing off my neck and letting it bounce back down

Eh voila, now you're thinking of how pretty your lipstick would stain against my neck

I shoplifted their patience, retailed it for my profit

The traffic here can be bad, I understand, I'll kill another hour

So you see now how...

I am not yours

I am not mine

-P