I thought I was the queen-
ruler of mineself,



none could have me:
for, I could only have my own person.

I kept away from people,
leaving them at the doorway-


of my heart;
sheltering myself from-
backstabbing words






and prying eyes.



I was fine,
isolated,
in my own perfect world;
happily derived of any


form of relationship.

Then like a bolt out of the blue,
he came:

the sovergein of my heart;
easily, he slid past my gaurds,







and took the throne,
when I wasn't looking.




And now,
I'm bound: a slave,


to every whim of the king,
now, he owns the person,



I fought to keep to myself:






me.

My world;

isn't mine anymore,
because...
I love him.