You’re not his.

You’re not his.
You’re the one he proclaims his love to while you lay on your back.
You’re the one that encourages him because only you can.
You’re the one he lets cry on his shoulders.
You’re the one he opens up to because you bring him peace.
You’re the one he avoids making eye contact with in public places.
You’re the one he avoids any physical contact with when the blinds are open.
You’re everything and more to him behind closed doors.
You’re not his.

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