I'm too naive for this.
I let myself fall once more into your arms
I let your lips graze mine
And I let you whisper those sweet nothings to me
As we lay in the dark
My stomach churning.

Don't you ever pull me into your arms again.
I let you do it that one night
Drunk, lonely and sad,
But your even drunker self the next night
Seemed to misunderstand the lack in continuity.
I never want to walk you home again.

I will never let myself into your grasp again,
As far as I can control
But calling me to your bedroom
On false pretenses
Even if "For the sake of your roommate"
Was not fair,
And I did not share in your laughter.

I will never miss your hold again
As your sober hands found their way across my body
I stopped them
And I tried to remind you of that all important word
A hint that went unnoticed.
That, dear friend, was unforgivable.

Tell me you love me one more time
And I won't be polite anymore.
All those conversations
And you still couldn't fathom
The dual nature of our situation
I DON'T WANT THIS
I hope I make myself clear.

Someone once told me 'stay in contact with your exes'.
To an impressionable, idealistic fifteen year old
And though an innocent observation,
I don't think as a middle-aged man
His experiences in romance would be comparable
To those of a naive, inexperienced, insecure young woman.
I like the sentiment,
But I don't know if it would really be wise,
Given what's already happened.