Bicker
You make me want to
crawl out of my skin.
A minute later, I want
to jump on you.
You tell me that you love me
and then all hell breaks loose.
I want to hold you and yell at
the same time.
Scream at the top of my lungs;
"Are you even listening?"
Then you reassure me that
you won't give up.
A minute later, we're
at it again.
Trust is not the issue,
we are. Distance is.
For this to stop, we
need to be together.
But what if this happens
in person?
Will we argue until we lose
our breath?
Or will we hold onto each other,
until it is over?
Just yell,
but make sure you hold me after.
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