that is the question that I ask of me.
I love him, but his jealousy
It makes me wonder do I love thee?
What awaits in the future?
How isolated should the prison be?
Should it be just me awaiting him?
Or should I include others for me to see?
Should the door be shut tight?
And I cannot flee.
Or should it be shut light?
And I can go out full of glee.
Love is strange.
It is a we.
So why am I a prisoner,
and he is free.
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