You Are Mine

I remember the first time I was in love -
Someone else's vines deeply intertwined,
Their thorns dug deep into my skin,
You said, "you are mine."

I remember the first time I was lost -
Someone else's vines dead and wilted,
Their thorns dragged deeply down and out
No one said, "you are mine."

I remember the first time I was strong -
My own vines wrapping me from within,
Personal flowers blossoming from the holes,
I said, "you are mine."