Poem 4 (Second Choice)

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A second choice
You would rather be with someone else

A hushed voice
Your word is law and mine is a suggestion

"You're mine"
You tell me yet still long for many

A blurred line
My boundaries are checkpoints and yours are landmines

You cry on my shoulder
You've never once seen my tears

My hands grow colder
Your hands push and pull instead of holding mine

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