When I was new and fresh (not yours), you were happy to listen to me, eager to talk to me more, and asked me to trust you.

As we got to know each other better (not yours yet), we loved talking about every little thing in the world, even the most mundane. We tried not to cross each other's lines and trusted each other.

When you knew me well enough, and I knew you well enough, we knew nothing about each other.

Until we became each other, from being happy to understand each other and willing to participate, to being forced to become everything in each other's lives.

We became each other's (actually, only I was yours).

When (I thought) you were Mine... I want to pay attention to every detail I can, just to make you better.

When I'm yours... You want to control every detail I can, just to make me stop being me.

(I'm yours)

You don't want to hear my thoughts.

(I'm yours)

You don't want me to have my own way.

(I'm yours)

You don't care what's best for me.

(I'm yours)

You want me to always be centered around you, to think about you and your good.

I'm yours. I'm no longer me.

When I grow spiritually to the point where I'm no longer under your control, you're already on your way to finding a new doll, and you don't plan to take me with you.

I'm just a broken-down piece of trash, someone you discard.