Tip-toeing around your feelings blisters my feet
like a seasoned ballet dancer--I keep coming back
not because of the pain, but of the obsession--
the devotion to always be right.
The thudding of my heart during another argument
keeps to the beat of our relationship
as we dance around more subjects, yelling
and ignoring each other in the hallways.
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