we fall in love
by unbuttoning jeans
and complaining of belts
being too tight
you never kiss
just watch
and later on you leave
without the goodbye
i was hoping for.
night after night
this becomes our routine
and i realize
i am tired
tired of the cold slapping me
while walking to your house
tired of being quiet
instead of outrageous
tired of conforming to this boring
act
you know nothing about me
except for the way your hands
fit around my tiny waist
and that i love your eyes
but you never look at me
like that
but i found her
she looked at me like that
and she touched me like that
and she kissed me like that
we havent spoken in so long
she is absent
from my grip
and her laugh haunts me
im growing and moving
on without the both of you
but i think this is what it is like
to be free
and to make the choices best for me