I’ve encountered the formation of love as lust and my heart can’t take it,

I can’t comprehend the thought of placing my broken eggs in one fry pan,

I refuse to only cook my only batch in a single entity,

To completely allow him know me bare,

In all my yellow rawness

NO!

I do not consent to him having all of me,

That’s selfish – he should learn how to share,

Divide my crate by 2, for he only has one other competitor,

Another just as deserving as he,

Maybe more,

But!

I chant it again, clear enough for myself to believe it this time,

YES!

They are the only ones I want,

No one else