Preference

About your love I’m not competitive.
This friendship has to have some room for me.
Our conversation’s argumentative,
and seldom now includes affinity.
You sort yourself and so refuse to be
dynamic – you won’t grow or even bend.
And lately you refute our history.
I think you might prefer another friend.

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