Who To Choose. - Poem by MaddiiAnne O'Leary
You have the key to lock my prison door.
The prison I lock myself in.
I lock myself up, so I don't hurt anyone.
It's you or the jealous ex, who do you think I would choose?
One is smart, can defend himself and knows when to shut his mouth.
The second is dumb, can't even defend himself and never shuts his mouth even if the conversation has gone too far.
I never make the same mistake three times.
I've been in this prison for years at a time.
I don't want to make that mistake again.
But if I do, I will lock that door and stay there forever.
It's all up to you.
That is my key, my key that I unconciously gave to you.
So what will you do with that key?
Lock me back up or let me free?
It's all up to you, isn't it?
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