The little things

It's hurts me
When you roll away from me
I merely wanted to touch your skin
To read your mind
To be that close
To know that you truly feel all
Of me.
Its the little things.
The ones that you think I won't notice
When you change the story
For the second time
in the same
Week
And the way you look
over my shoulder
When I'm on my cellphone
And it's just my mother on the line
But, do you trust me?
Or the way you sneak in
A few hurtful words
Just to make sure that I knew
"Your lips are incredibly chapped."
"I don't have the time."
"I have never made love to a girl
that long before."
I don't think you'd understand
if I told you that
I would stay awake if you were depressed
I would hold your hand while you vomitted in the hallway
I would give you my last 5 dollars
Or whatever it was that you needed.
Sometimes I can see that you only care
if your grubby fingers can fit underneath my clothing.
And I would never say
to anybody
That your hands are dirty
Or you might need to brush your teeth
Or that your hairline is receding.
Because I love all of you.
Even the little things
That you don't love
About me.