from the eyes of a lonely teenage girl

HOMEWRECKER

maybe it's the way
we are just always touching.
arms, hands, legs, and bodies.

nothing sexual,
just being close to you and
knowing that you're there.

maybe it's the way
we talk to each other when
she isn't around.

the subtle glances,
all of the little play fights,
and the late night calls.

maybe it's the way
you and i hug each other.
my head on your chest.

just breathing you in
hearing your heart beating, and
loving how you smell.

maybe it's the way
i know this isn't right, but
i don't really care.

i know that she's hurt,
and i know that you love her.
maybe you need me.