Love’s Paradox

He pushes -

So I pull.

He runs -

I chase after him.

He ducks for cover -

I'm exposed - an easy target.

I'm getting frustrated -

He looks back.

I say "Fuck this."

He says "Wait!"

I pivot on heel and stomp away.

He says "Where are you going?"

I'm pushing -

He pulls.

I'm running -

So he gives chase.

Until he says "Fuck this."

Then it's my turn again.

And again.

Why do we do this?

Oh right,

We both have faulty hearts and

Defective thought processes.

We wear our distrust like a crown,

And never give our all.

That piece we hold back -

That piece we hide, hoarding it selfishly -

Thinking it protects us from the other -

It protects nothing.

It only ensures we'll never fully love.

One of us will give up for good,

Or die trying.