Morning thief

I will not deny being possessive, I will let them mark me with tattoo and leave me exposed. It could be that I was born selfish and that everything came from my sisters, that I had to share and my friends did not choose me.

We can go from early years to adolescence to how the world was a galaxy apart from my life. I am possessive in small games. 

That the way I call you is mine and nobody else's, that if I grab you by the left hand it’s mine, do what you want with the right.

My love is not for everyone, nor is it cheap. It is complicated, evil, pure, manipulative and a flower that grows. I couldn't let go of everything I loved without a tether in my veins, because I never really learned to hate.

I learned to say mine and never let go, because people leave you, destroy you and burn you. I struggle with broken nails, sharp teeth and tears for what little I have left.

I do not refuse to be possessive because I am a thief in the early morning who is too broken to lose what little he has left.

T.A.