As soon as I think that I don’t love you anymore
You come to me with shaking hands,
Begging to be held,
And I always, always give in.

In blackened pictures, you lie in bed alone
And then that is when you think of me.
It is only when she has gone
And you are out of options
That my image comes to mind.

And by the time I realize that
I will never be your first choice,
By the time I pack up my heart
And buy it a plane ticket,
You come crawling back
And I cancel my reservations.

By the time I stop thinking
About your lips on my lips
And your hands around my waist
And the way my stomach flutters
When you say my name,
You say it again
And I am at your mercy,
Wrapped around your finger a little too
Tightly.

By the time you leave me again
And I have to force myself to unwind from you,
My imprint does not linger long
Before I disappear from your skin
And from your mind.

As soon as I straighten myself out again,
As soon as I pick up the pieces
And reassemble the puzzle of my identity
And vow to never answer another message,
You discover that you are missing a piece of your own puzzle

And call to ask if I have it.