You are you
and I am I,
and someday
both of us will die;
and we will both
be laid in dirt,
so while I live,
I'll love and hurt.
You are sex
and I am love,
but I will stay
with you because
I want to give
you all I can,
and prove that I
can love a man.
You are love
and I am sex;
you are roses
I'm a red dress;
but I won't stay
with you this time--
I can't accept
your sacrifice.
I am love,
and you are just
another man
in love with lust,
so I pretend
that I don't care
so I can keep
my hands in your hair.
I don't care
that much for you,
but, gods, I swear
the things you do
are well worth lying
to your brain!
I'm a liar born,
but I refrain.
This joy and pain
can never last,
so while I live,
I'm living fast.
I cannot speak
for both of us,
but I will live
'cause live I must.
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