Steaks on the Grill

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romance

Take a puff.

Pass it on.

Blaze it up

While I burn alone. 

Patronize my insecurities 

All you like

But,

I can look you 

In your eyes

And tell

That there is reason for all my concerns.

I wouldn’t be opening a can of worms

If I didn’t feel

That there was something to reel in.

I know the feeling

Of an approaching cold front. 

Wrap me in sarcasm 

All you want. 

If there were nothing to hide,

Why do you get so defensive 

When I ask about certain likes?

IG is going to be the reason

You meet an early grave, mister. 

But,

Go on and chew on the attention.

Digest the confirmation 

That you seem to need. 

Just know

That I won’t leave the table

In peace. 

Dirty dishes are the last things

That are going to have you

Rolling up your sleeves. 

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