We’re staying at a distance on purpose, right?
You don’t want to see me or my eyes because you know they pull from you everything you’ve been meaning to say
like god damn stupid magnets.
Like when you see me, things just fit and you wish they didn’t.

You’re keeping me at arms length on purpose, right?
Because you still shiver when I touch you.
Even if it’s just a hug.
Because I lick my lips and you remember everything my tongue did to you.
You remember it places you shouldn’t.
You watch my mouth as I speak and remember the profanities that came out of it, when yours was places it should probably never be again.

You got scared, right?
and pushed me away,
or pulled yourself back
Or both
Or either.
It’s the same thing after all
It just means you don’t text me.
It means you type it and you’re gonna send it until you realize it’s 1:24 a.m. and
why are you even thinking about me?

She’s laying next to you and she’s everything
So why are you thinking about me?

You say “hey”
only ever so often now.
You discontinue your good morning texts
But you don’t want me gone completely
So you check in on me sometimes.

You used to hold me by the collar with a closed fist
Just the way I like it.
But now you’ve got a loose grip on the back of my Shirt as
I’m walking away
And you’re holding on just fingertips and I kinda wish you’d just pull me back
But
you’re with her
and she’s everything
so why
are you even thinking about me?