What am I supposed to do when you’re looking into my eyes and I can’t look back?
I’m trying to avoid the intimacy,
trying to think of other things,
or rather, other people.
and how maybe they would complete me more than you.
How selfish is that?
When you’ve given me a taste of your body and mind,
and all I’m thinking about is how I wish you would stop looking me in the eyes,
so I can diminish our relationship down to sex.
so I can justify you as a lesson,
as a significant but small piece in my journey to finding someone that’s not you.
And yet, I don’t want to let you go,
because you’re keeping me warm like a blanket.
I love the way you love,
showing me affection,
all while I turn my head to look out the window.