you remind me
whenever you put that angry mask
on your face
of a bitten red apple
immaturely mature
and you actually enjoy being like that
mature and immature at the same time
when you push me away and say
hate me
I am not the woman for you
but all I can hear is
love me
hug me
bite me
hard
and so I continue to love you
in spite of your little misdemeanors
and your fierce nature
but still,
you never ask why
such defiance
even if you do
I wouldn’t know what to say
the answer is simply
tattooed
deep inside me
like a hidden
cliché.
©Tom Del Braco
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