Little did I know I’d become too attached to the way you watch and listen to every single word that’s coming out of my mouth.
I see you listen so carefully, focusing on the cracks in my voice, observing the tears falling down my eyes, noticing how “ I’m chopping onions down the table ” like you used to describe the way I press my nails into my nervous palms.
Holding down my shivering legs and flashing that brilliant smile at me. Clasping my hands tightly and blowing the hair off my face.
“ I’m here, you don’t have to worry anymore, you got me now, ”
I tried resisting the urge to fall for you, but you dug your way into my heart and enjoyed watching me need you.
Now you’re standing outside my door with your suitcase, I can’t tell if it’s raining or if this is the way the clouds beg you not to leave.
You promised you’d stay, and now I’m watching you walk away.