Selfishness

I am Selfish
I didn't even know what was mine.
Once I tagged you
I'll forever hope you'll be "it"

When you'll slip out
of my fingers
out of reach.
My arm would find a way
to tap you back,
even if you don't return.
My severed hand
will forever haunt
that broad of a back.

Once I loved you,
even if you don't love me back.
Just allow me to bind you,
to cut off your wings,
and forever will your
tongue exist -
whispering seductively -
in my ear.

I am Selfish.
I know.
I hoped
that you are too.