you called me shortsighted...
i guess i need glasses
you say the word "detached" so often...
i am not tree sap
i am not crazy glue
i am not adhesive
i do not attach and stick
i am claw
i am quarter-driven prize game
i grip and release
so easily done
its the same exact motion
backwards in my heart
i thought i had shared enough of my life
to let you know it was all my choice
i am a creature of choices
emotions pull and push them in directions
but there always comes a fated yes or no
clear-cut question for me to choose
beneath all those options
i think i could choose to fall in love with you
i think i could choose to completely ignore your existence
i think i'm choosing the middle ground
we're friends
enjoy it.
i stick with my choices.
i made them so i live with them
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