I catch you staring at me.

Standing right there, feet and distrust planted in concrete.

You know that one step further and you’ll fall into me and never climb your way back out.

I watch you in question, whether it was love or hate that has brought you here.

“Keep coming”

that’s the message that I’m getting, so I chase you-

but only enough for you to give your heart some exercise.

I never told you that it would be easy to love me…

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