you always ask me not to run,
to stay,
"its safer here," you say
"here with me"
and i believe,
i believe you,
we kiss,
we touch,
we play,
we share secrets,
our bond unspoken,
but known to you and to me,
yet there is no label on our aged,
matured,
distilled bottle of sweet red wine.
in me you trust and open up,
you give me all your love,
i believe,
i love,
i trust,
i cherish,
and then,
i cry,
because although i no longer run,
and i am safe,
i am not
entirely sure,
entirely secure,
entirely out of the danger zone,
because i am not entirely yours.
to belong is not to love,
because you can love
and never belong.
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