The Boy Before

I am his, he is mine; our love is a different kind. He's in my head; my desk, my bed. He's there when I wake up, he's there when it's rough. I love him, he loves me; this is how it's supposed to be. But instead, I'm the only one in my bed. My desk is empty, and so is my head. I want him to change, I want him to love. But I shouldn't have to force him if I'm truly the girl he loves.