Termite

 

You're mine

But not like a toothbrush

To be used by only me

You're mine

But not like a phone

Private and hidden and always there

You're mine

Like a home

And a bouquet of flowers 

in its living room 

I can only look

I can only feel your warmth

But more people can lay their eyes on you

More people can find shelter in your arms

A home is made by people

You've taken my cartilage

I can't breathe but you're building

A home in me. 

Because home is where the heart is

You've built yours in the empty space

between my lungs.