Call Me Yours

Don’t keep me private, call me yours.

Don’t turn me silent, then want more.

If you’re loud for strangers, cold with me—

don’t keep me private, set me free.

You hold your phone up like a verdict, steady hands,

screen glow on your knuckles, asking “what’s that caption?”

I breathe out, play calm—“it’s nothing, it’s jokes,”

like “for your smile” don’t land like a bullet.

I say “we’re good,” like that should close it out,

say “exclusive isn’t ownership,” nice, rehearsed.

I don’t deny the public flirt—just shrink the meaning,

and watch you swallow every word like you’re the worst.

Don’t keep me private, call me yours.

Don’t turn me silent, then want more.

If you’re loud for strangers, cold with me—

don’t keep me private, set me free.

Then your friend sends proof—fresh pics, “active now,”

like my name still shopping for a different ending.

I shrug it off—“profiles just stay running,”

like “available” is innocent, like it’s not a message.

You ask why I need a door half-open, just in case,

I call it “space,” call it “healthy,” call you “too much.”

You say “claim me,” and I say “why make a scene?”

but my hand still finds your waist like I miss the touch.

Don’t keep me private, call me yours.

Don’t turn me silent, then want more.

If you’re loud for strangers, cold with me—

don’t keep me private, let me breathe.

Don’t keep me private—say it loud.

You want a post, you want a name—yeah, you want the proof,

I want the heat at 2 a.m., then I’m gone by noon.

I keep you off the timeline ’cause I like my options clean,

I like you loyal in the dark, like you don’t cause a scene.

You read the captions like they’re vows, I write ’em like a flex,

you call it love, I call it access—nothing more, nothing less.

I say “you’re overthinking” just to make you doubt your eyes,

then I kiss you like a goodbye I don’t have to say twice.

I’m tired of the “what are we,” so I keep it undefined—

a soft little loophole where your heart does all the time.

If there’s a horizon, it’s the line I never cross:

I take what you give, then I leave you with the cost.

Don’t keep me private, call me yours.

Don’t turn me silent, then want more.

If you’re loud for strangers, cold with me—

don’t keep me private, set me free.

Say it out loud, or let me go.

I can’t be “mine” you hide for show.

If I’m a secret you can use—

I won’t stay near the edge with you.