You are mine.
I am yours.
But in a way only one of these is true.

You are mine:
You are mine to love, to hold, to treasure...but only in my heart-only from a distance. You are mine but you are not because I only have you in my thoughts and that is like not having you at all. I only have you in the memories of you I replay over and over and over in my head until they become so distorted from the reality that I no longer have you- the real you. I look up to the ghost of a memory I painted of you. He walks like you but only in place for he can never make progress in the time he stopped. The truth is the real you is off advancing, shaping, becoming a phenomenal human...just not here. Just without me. You are no longer mine. You never were.
You are not mine.

I am yours:
I fall effortlessly into your life. Take me with you, when you leave; I do not belong here without thee. You could have, me if you could've asked. This proves that you have me already, without having to ask. But you will never beckon me with your unwavering tone of certainty. Like a siren of the sea, you will not sing a sweet song, even though I'm waiting on the shore for you to drown me. I am yours but you will not have me.
I am not yours.

You are mine and I am yours.
You are not mine but I am yours.
You are mine but I am not yours.
You are not mine and I am not yours.

What am I to you?