by remembertoexhale

Not hidden in gestures or light touches 
sideways glances
not in lingering eyes on my tired yawns
folding myself up on the table
not in insinuations of “I love you’s”
not in the battle you fight within yourself when you place your hand carefully
and lift it a beat after when you should have
not in watching me do my make-up
not in claiming me as your project
that is not the same as claiming me as your lover.
I now know what it feels to be content
to have someone look at you like you’re the only person they see
and tell you they want you
and not only with their eyes
I don’t want to hold the ghost of your heart
when I can have a real one
who loved me more than you ever will