I don't understand what you like about me

Is it my poor social skills?
and my hatred of small talk?

my ever-changing laugh?
the way I avoid eye-contact?

It can't be my bulging stomach
my un-groomed eyebrows

I don't know
but you should stop because you'll get hurt

tomorrow I'll see you for the first time in weeks
you missed me
I missed you
but I won't feel the warmth or comfort radiate from you
like it used to
it's my fault
but I can't pretend to feel something when I don't

your aura will be an ugly colour
you won't be the same
you won't walk me home
hold me
touch me

the last time I saw you
we fought
you were a storm cloud of emotion
I was the moon,
inconsistent
glowing
and not all there.

don't tell me things won't change
they have changed
and there's nothing I can do.

I'm sorry.