NOT DONE WITH YOU

Poems

• You want me to ask nicely? Fine. Take your fucking clothes off, please.

• You leaned across to fix a line on my screen. Your sleeve. My wrist. Split second. Christ. I said, "good catch". Then, like an idiot, said it again.

• You take the burnt one. Every time. Without saying anything. You take the crust end, the chair with the wobble. I have started burning one on purpose just to watch you take it.

• At twenty I'd have spent the whole night hoping you would make a move. I don't wait to be chosen anymore. Take the coat off or keep it on, but decide, because I already have.

• I thought about your mouth in three meetings today and contributed fuck all.

• Knees. I didn't say 'Now'. You didn't wait for it.

• Your hand on my jaw at eight in the morning, gentle. The same hand ten at night, not gentle. I swallow and go silent for both.

• I wasn't the love of your life. I was the practice. You're very good now. I hope she knows what she's got.

• Her hand went flat on my thigh under the table while she told the story about her flight. She didn't look at me once. She got the punchline exactly right. I couldn't tell you one fucking word of it.

• I will be at the wedding. I will be very good at the wedding. I will hold the flowers. I will make the joke. And I will cry at the right line. And everybody will think they know why. And nobody will be right.

• If I have to ask twice, I don't. Consider that your only warning.

• I've started sleeping on your side of a bed you have never been in.