Likes me the least

   I just can't read her.
  
   Usually by now it's a head over heels,
   or she can't stand me.
   I just don't get it.

  "Possibly", "Maybe", "I think so", are the answers I get to simple questions.
  
   Kisses, hugs, lust, and eye-fucks, are what I get when she is near me.
  
   She sat on the edge of the bed pouting, the last time I left her.
  
   "I thought you were going to spend the night?", she whimpered
 
   We never removed our clothes.

  We never touched bare stomachs
   I never choked her,
   and she never groped me.

   That's not why I left.
   Not mad,
   Not angry,
   Not withholding,
   I just wanted sleep.

   I can't read her, and I can read everyone.