Possessive Love

I hold you close, too tight, I know,
Afraid to ever let you go.
With jealous eyes, I guard my prize,
A love that claims, but rarely flies.

In every word, I feel the strain,
A pulse that echoes joy and pain.
For what is mine, I fiercely keep,
Even when shadows start to creep.

I fear the world that lies outside,
Where others wait, where secrets hide.
So I cling harder, close the gate,
Dancing on the edge of fate.

This love, a cage I’ve built for two,
Where freedom fades but passion grew.
Yet deep inside, I start to see,
Possession isn’t love’s decree.

For love to last, it must let go,
To breathe, to wander, and to grow.
In letting you be truly free,
Perhaps you’ll choose to stay with me.