I Could Be Anything

I could be anything,
Even yours. 
Your love takes hold of me,
Transforms me,
Into whatever you want me to be.

Is this the shape of your love?

I feel its contours, which are now mine,
Which have been yours
And so I am now yours,
So utterly and completely yours
As if my only possession was your love,
If I could be claimant to anything at all,
As the rest was left to you. 

I could become anything at all,
If you so desired;
By your hands, I am clay
And you mold me, contort me,
Until I really am more yours than mine
As somewhere along the way,
My essence was lost and only your version
Remains. 

Am I more concept than person,
Living flesh, artificial design?

Does that matter at all if you love me?

I could be anything,
Just reaffirm it and I am,
But even you could see
I really couldn't be anything at all
If I couldn't even be me,
Let alone yours.

You left
Which turned me to nothing
And we could have been anything
But as much as I belonged to you

You never belonged to me.