why is it
that when he finally caved
i was no longer in love with
his hands,

why is it
that when he told me he loved me
i was already bored of
his words,

why is it
that when he kissed my collarbone
i didn't crave
his fingertips on my skin.

i should be in love
with this boy who
gave himself to me,
yet here i am,
giving him another excuse
to why i can't be there.

why is it
that i love the chase and
not the boy.