You belong to me — not by chains,

not by walls or vows or names,

but by the quiet pull between our souls,

the ache that never fades,

the whisper that never dies.

You belong to me when you walk away,

when your back turns, and you breathe alone.

Even in distance, I feel your pulse —

each beat a secret message:

mine. mine. mine.

You belong to me when you laugh too loud,

when the light catches your eyes

and they shine like stolen stars.

The world may see your smile —

but I, only I, know the tremble behind it,

the shadow that calls for me.

You belong to me in silence —

in the pause between your words,

in the breath you forget to take

when you think of my name.

You hide it, but I hear it.

I feel it. I claim it.

You belong to me in the storm of your heart,

in the way you fight to stay away,

in the way your hands still shake

when the memory of my touch returns.

You belong to me —

because your soul remembers.

I have seen the way you look at the sky

as if asking it for escape.

But love, there’s no sky wide enough

to free you from what we are.

I am not your cage —

I am your echo,

your reflection in water,

your name whispered through glass.

You belong to me not out of choice,

but because the universe decided so.

It carved your shape in the same dust as mine,

it wrote your name in my pulse

long before I knew how to speak.

When you dream,

I am there — not as a ghost,

but as the breath that fills your chest.

When you wake,

I am the space beside you,

warm from the memory of my claim.

You belong to me when you deny it,

when you say you’re free,

when your lips speak “no”

but your eyes betray a thousand yeses.

You belong to me in your resistance —

the sweetest proof of your weakness.

You belong to me when the night falls heavy,

when your tears blur your sight,

when you whisper to yourself

that you hate me —

because even hatred is another form of love,

a desperate one,

a burning one.

You belong to me in every version of time.

In another life, you were my sin.

In this one, you’re my salvation.

And in the next,

I will still find you.

I will still say,

you belong to me.

Not because I hold you —

but because the world lets go of everyone else.

And somehow, it never lets go of us.

Do you remember the first night?

The air was heavy,

your voice trembling,

mine colder than the sea.

You looked at me like danger,

and I looked at you like destiny.

You tried to run,

and I smiled —

because I knew you’d come back.

You belong to me, love —

not as a prisoner,

but as a part of me that never learned to leave.

When I reach out in the dark,

I always find you there —

your warmth, your scent, your name,

like a song I’ve been singing forever.

The moon watches, jealous.

The stars bow to your shadow.

Even the ocean calls your name

and returns it to me.

Every wind carries your sigh,

every flame mirrors your touch.

You belong to me —

because nothing in this world

feels real without you in it.

You belong to me —

because every path I walk

ends at your door.

You belong to me —

because your heart still trembles

when mine speaks.

I don’t ask for promises.

I don’t ask for forever.

I just ask that when the world sleeps,

and your mind drifts between love and fear,

you remember —

there is someone who would burn

entire worlds to touch you again.

You belong to me —

not because I deserve you,

but because no one else ever could.

Your soul fits mine too perfectly,

your chaos answers my calm,

your fire completes my dark.

And even if you vanish —

into distance, into silence, into time —

I will still feel you.

I will still claim you.

Because love this deep

doesn’t need proof,

doesn’t fade,

doesn’t forgive.

It only whispers —

forever,

again,

and again,

and again.

You belong to me, my love.

Not in body,

not in name,

but in the way your heart

was built to echo mine.

So even when we are dust —

I’ll still find you

in the wind,

in the flame,

in every heartbeat

that dares to say your name.

You belong to me.

Not as a promise,

not as a prayer —

but as truth.

Unshakable.

Endless.

Mine.