infatuation and blooming love,
fake love,
like
and lust
combined, she'd say to me,
why aren't you kissing
me.
which eventually made
me propose.
but once i carried her
across the threshold,
it was a different
conversation altogether,
why are you
touching me, she'd say,
why are you so clingy,
standing so close.
get away, we're married now.
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