I am his
he is mine
we are together.

I was his
he was mine
we were together.

That is going through my mind
like a wave
crashing on the shore.

But what does it mean?
we were perfect.
But then
it happened.

My moon is dark.
I am falling off my feet.
I cant see,
or hear,
or feel,
or smell,
or taste.

I want to see him,
but I cant.
I want to hear him,
but I cant.
I want to feel his
hand on mine,
but I cant.
I want to smell
his scent,
but I cant.
I want to taste
his lips on mine
but I cant.

I decide to go
smile,
touch,
hear,
see,
smell,
and taste again.

Ill show him,
I'm fine without you.
Someone else is all I need.

I will be his,
he will be mine,
and we will be together.