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Love isn’t supposed to be one sided, love is supposed to be  mutualA month in and nothing has changed, keeping secrets and being in denial

Maybe chasing the tears with alcohol is what needs to happen

Deep down knowing there isn’t anything that could fix what love holds

What he holds, feels, and shows; knowing where he stands

Not knowing where she is anymore, trying to keep what she knows is getting hard

Seeing all the little flirtatious dialects that are being said

Not knowing if they are rising or falling

Never finding out what is really in their minds, afraid to talk

But not afraid to fight