That was how you asked me to choose between you and my poem.
Of course, I chose my poem because my poem cannot break my heart.
You are, a man. I can never trust my heart in your hands.
But, I trust my poem. It springs forth from within me.
I see myself in it. I drown in it. It reflects me. It speaks my mind.
No, I can't write and erase you over and over again. You won't agree.
No, I can't tear you apart and throw you away. You won't be patient.
No, I cannot share you with people. You won't be faithful and loyal.
What I share with my poem, I can never share with you.
So, I chose my poem over you. Be my poem, let me love you.
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