I love the way you draw circles on my skin,
Moving from my collarbone
To my neck
To my jaw
To my lips.
I love it when your fingers
Trace the scars along my hips.
I love it when you fall asleep in my bed,
Even though you’re sober enough
To drive home.
I love how you stay with me
When I don’t want to be alone.
I love the way you hold the door,
And how even after seeing you for hours,
I’m still left wanting more.
I love all the little things you do,
But just to be clear:
*I don’t love you.