Don’t want to be the one

That gives you mind blowing sex

The one you put the star next to

In your address book.

The one that loves everything about you

Then makes up things

That you aren’t.

The one that cooks the best pie

Or makes the best bread

You’ve ever eaten.

The richest woman you’ve been with

So she gives you things

Meaningless material things.

I don’t want to be the one

You cannot live without

Or the one you can.

I would much prefer

To be the one

You never forget.

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