what are we? I asked him one night while we ate dinner at my place.
what do you mean? he replied, genuine confusion on his face
how do we label our relationship? what do we say to people when they ask?
we don't need labels,baby-he said confidently
who cares what they say?
I saw right through his bullshit
I sat there quiet, disappointment heavy on my heart, furious
he noticed the aggravated look on my face,
you know I love you -he said as he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear
but I just couldn't be mad at him, I should have hated him but I just couldn't. I didn't want to. He was excused.
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Honeymoon Avenue
العاطفيةstuck on honeymoon avenue only one word to describe it: complicated what are we? that is the question
