Mine

Mine.
My own.
Not yours,
or his.
Can you be
someone for me?
Torn in grasses,
locked in chain,
key withheld,
and hearts are stained.
Wrap this cord
around your neck,
where my key
holds answers yet.
You'll be mine.
And I'll be yours.
Born together.
Died none first.
Mine.
My very
lonely self
found in you
and no one else.
Mirrors tell me
when I see
you are me
and I can't breathe.
Lotus petals push beyond
what the grave marks
as your bound.
Reaching out
and waiting for
some old story's
broken lore.
Lock's forgotten.
Key remains.
My own someone.
Where's the pain?