Fighting
Yelling and frustration
Tempers flaring
Heavy breathing
No one backing down
No way to mistake it for a disagreement
Remember when you said you could never be mad at me
I cringed at that
If you're not in this enough to fight
We're just pretending
If you can't muster the passion to tell me I'm wrong
This doesn't seem to matter
If we aren't committed enough to argue in love
This is not a relationship
We spent all week fighting and I still want to fall asleep in your arms
That feels real to me
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