woozy.

Leaving you
the room to breathe
you said you need,
you start to question
the space between us.
Say you're betrayed
by memories of our
past tense proximity,
left feeling attacked by my
step back and
finding only my shadow
by your side now.

Leaving me
woozy, your 360's
make me question
just what I'm feeling.
And I hate you for
your contagious indecision.
Think I'll
leave you behind
for good this time,
jump back into the shadows
and call it a night.