To push love away,
I’ve said some things,
okay, more than some,
then I’m proud to admit
of you; tell me who it was
you fell for as we lied
under the stars.
Did you even love me at all
or were they lies sealed with sugar
and the imprint of your lips on my cheek.
A little less than a lie to me if you didn’t love
me, I’d be okay with meeting with strings
cut short of falling in love.
But we both know love, life,
isn’t that simple?
Love creeps into the hearts of passionate,
inseparable love.
We pretended love existed in sickness;
we took paid leave to clear our minds,
but the strength to get us by rests
inside the other’s arms.
(© 2022 AC)
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