i love the way you
looked at me
right before you
kissed me...
and i love the way
you tasted...
fresh and
clean and I wanted
more...
but I guess it
wasn't meant to be,
then, was it...
for the next time 
you walked five feet
away from me
and zipped yourself
up tight behind your
cautiousness...
i can't reach
you through all those
layers,
so i'll just fade into
the background
i guess
wondering who'll make 
the next move
and when exactly
my life turned into
a game...