leave him.
he is a worn-out version
of what once was

he is lukewarm
he squats in no man's land
he is not sure

he is the kitchen floor
after an exclusive dance party
at your friends apt.
where
like
only six people came
and you all drank mimosas
and danced and
the cat did something awkward
and you all laughed -so hard- and
you had such a ******* good time
and you drunkenly swore him off

he is a war-torn region
his heart
is a foxhole
his heart is not peaceful
it is in pieces
it bears teeth
he is
not a bad person
but you-with-him is
a bad mixture
it makes his heart-teeth gleam
he changes
he is different around you
the moon calls for him

he does not listen
he senses
he hears with his gut