Possession Poem by Mackenzie Loyd

Possession



In its selfishness,
the thought of you loving someone else kills me.
I don't know if I could ever bear,
some other girl in possession of that smile,
those eyes,
that stare.
It would just feel so wrong,
and my soul would feel lost.
Because just as sleepless nights,
my emotions would be twisted,
turned,
and tossed.

Monday, July 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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