He's Not Mine

I aimlessly reach for a hand that won't ever be there,
wishing I could wake up next to you like they do,
sighing at the reflection in the bathroom mirror,
staring at pale skin stricted with crimson lines.

You grab my arm out of habit to take me along,
I flinch and pull away from your light touch,
you give me that look of disgust and horror,
I've seen it on your face so many times before.

Pulling back the sleeve of my shirt disappointedly,
seeing words drawn onto my snow white skin,
giving me a cross ways look that said far too much,
I could see the anger flicking in your eyes so plainly.

I felt my heart hit the floor from the moment you looked,
at what was so clearly written on my skin for all to see,
you read the words aloud seeming puzzled by the phrase,
"he's not mine" as I stare down at the sidewalk with interest.

You couldn't seem to let the words form in your mind,
it was as the phrase shutdown your ability to function,
I viciously pulled my arm away from you covering it up,
and whispered, "you aren't mine...never will you ever be."