Mine

She's not mine

I have one and she's good.

There, standing tall. Strong.

I have her and she has me.

He doesn't have mine anymore.

He has her. He wants her to be mine.

But she takes him from me. And I hate her.

Mine tells me to hate her.

Yesterday she was his and he was still mine.

Yesterday she was there. And she was kind.

But mine says no. Not kind. Bad.

I trust mine. Both of mine I trust. But they say different things.

Mine is strong. But mine is cruel.

She is kind. But she is bad?

She is his and he is still mine.

Mine is lying?

Could I have three?

She's not mine. Someday could she be?