I belong to empty pages and unwritten stories

I belong on the top shelf you haven’t visited in months

I belong under the bed, collecting dust

I belong to no one

 

I belong to ignorance when I won’t accept the truth

I belong to madness when I hear your name

I belong to silence when I’ve had enough

I belong to no one

 

I belong to affection like a rare birthday hug

I belong to lies that echo around the room

I belong to favors forever unreturned

I belong to no one

 

I belong to her in her desperate times

I belong to him as a broken accessory

I belong to those who misunderstood

I wanted to belong to me