he sits across from me, leaning back in his chair with a drink in his hand, laughing. telling me this thoughts and spilling a little of his heart. beneath the table we entwine our legs, making knots.. making a statement -- even if hidden. if anyone saw us doing this, we could be the center of attention.. but not here. not now.

he brings something out of me i haven't experienced in a while. a sense of care-free. a sense of knowing that whatever i may do or end up being, he'd still be here. even if we're not technically calling each-other our own.

and while he's sleeping, i lay beside him, watching his chest rise up & down.. hoping one of these days i'll have a place within that chest.

just want to be your friend.. you know that i've never been in love before.