its not you.

its not you

when you call me sweetheart or baby or really anything besides my name

and i clench my jaw

just know its not you

when you text me too late or call me too little

and i resent your name on my screen at all

just know its not you

when you brush back my air or adjust my running shorts lower onto my hips

and i twist my fingers into a fist

just know its not you

when you give me a smile or your occasional wink

and i turn my nose up at you

just know its not you

when you tell me you enjoy my company or compliment my smile

and i disregard your comments

just know its not you

when you grab my waist or my hip instead of my hand

and i tense my back beneath your arm

just know its not you

when you kiss my neck or my shoulder instead of my perfectly good cheek

and i sigh in frustration

just know its not you

when your hand feels a little too low on my back or a little too high on my neck

and i grab your wrist nervously

just know its not you

when you lay too close or stay too long

and i writhe uncomfotably

just know its not you

its not you

but its not me either.