He moves in the same way a cat does on a dark night
Stealthily
Quiet strides match my quicken heartbeats
The nick of his *******
Curled around soft skin
Nothing ever feels the same after the moment is done
And you’ve gone home
Your girls tell you he will regret every moment he spent without you
Terrified that your love has a warranty
Standards shot straight to the moon
Because that’s what scares him in the night
Not the fact that you will leave
But that you can be happy without him
If he cannot keep you wound tightly about his fingers
Counting every time he looks back at you
To make sure you still notice what he is doing
What kind of woman does that make you if you never look?
What kind of a man does that make him if he always has to show you?
Maybe, in the end, it doesn’t have to be a hot and heavy relationship
Googly eyed, puppy dog love
But maybe if this is normal
What we're doing right now
Then we can both turn our backs and leave