to the boy who said he wouldn’t leave.. where are you now?

My love, what do I mean to you?

You tell me that I am yours,

And I eagerly agree,

And you tell me you are

Here to stay,

That you are not going anywhere,

But you do not stay, no.

Not fully, at least.

You come when it is convenient,

And you go when I have

Become too much,

When I am being too needy.

My love, what do I really mean to you?

Am I yours to love?

Or am I yours to control?