CONFUSION

Is it the way he smiles?

Or the way he flexes.

Is it his smirk when he’s being vile?

Or the way frowns when he’s vexed.

Is it how much he spends?

Or how much he shows off.

I think not.

Let’s try again

What about the look he gives you

When there’s no one else around?

Or the tingle on your skin

When he caresses the small of your back?

Does it matter that he remembers

Things that are special to you?

Or is it just a ploy to get you

To commit atrocities against you?

I think not.

Maybe this will do it!

It is who he is when he cries,

When he lets it all out.

Leans on you and tells you it hurts.

Its who he is when you hurt.

Kisses your forehead and tells you

It will pass and till then

He’ll be there.

Is that it?

Nah!

It’s all of these things.

Some in small doses,

Some in large does,

That’s all.