Loathed Love

I hold your hand,

it’s cold in mine.

This is supposed to be fun,

but you keep checking the time.

I like to tell myself that it’s fine.

You look at me,

a fake smile curls on your lips

and when you lean it,

I brace myself for the kiss

is love supposed to be like this?

you pull back

and release me

and when i’m out of your arms,

I feel so free

but I’ll be trapped with you again, eventually.

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