prompt: loving someone who pushes you awayMature

I never thought I’d love a coward but look at this fine mess between us - 
nothing honest but the sound of a slamming door.
Welcome to the misery of this wretched love -
I never wanted to be here, either.  
Make a bed out of all our mistakes, 
call it love, call it leaving, call it nothing but the bad taste of regret -
but this is the point on the map we keep coming back to.
I only ask that you kiss me like you mean it, I’m only asking
that you stop pretending you don’t mean it.

The End

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