Already...

Already, I feel your hand pulling away,

Or maybe its me subconsciously deciding to stray…

Deciphering between intuition and insecurity

Glass half full…

or is it half empty?

My tactic is to bare my whole self at first

Yours… stand atop your watchtower scanning for danger,

I wave white flags and heed your requests,

You stand steadfast and continue to test.

Safe in your fortress of red stained glass

Created from the innumerable broken hearts acquired in the past

is now standing between the two of us

distorting our image and creating an illusion of lack-lust

I am a predator and you are the prey

Dark as night to you, and you only travel by day.

Already, I feel your hand pulling away…

I grab a little harder and whisper “stay”

You pull a little more and turn your head away.