No choices,

None,

He is my one.

I am a two headed monster,

Just like god,

Created in god’s image.

My one,

Is a male soul,

While I’m the female soul.

I want to trade in to pick someone different.

Choices are supposed to be there,

Not with the one.

So I have to look at him,

And go man I’m like him?

I refuse to be him.

I want to be me.

He is nice sometimes,

And then he is cruel to me sometimes.

I am supposed to be attracted to the same things as him?

Nope.

So why am I different,

But the same as him.

I want to be one,

That is a drug.

So can I trade,

My one in,

For another male soul,

That is more like.