He's yours, and so am I

There's this little blue hat
and I won't let you wear it
it's mine.

How does that feel?
Is it really that strange that I want something to be mine.
You say you're mine
but you aren't
really?

seriously.
invariably.

In ways and most days he's mine

and never yours.
Being admired isn't too explicit

bedside table
chest of drawers

there you see, I made it explicit.
He's mine a little more right now
and he's always mine in my head.

It's funny that I can have you anytime you want me
and that means I don't have you at all

Because he has me whenever you don't want me
and I suppose that makes him yours aswell.