I can feel him next to me in bed,
thinking, analyzing how to change
the person I've shown to be.
I can feel it in the way he put his
hands on my body, the way he curls
his palm around my breasts is no
longer with love, rather a need
to be convinced they havn't changed.
It's brutal to watch one you love
fall in and out in love with you,
when all you wish for is for him to
love your flaws as a part of you.