two seperate boys
11/05/2005 06:05 a.m.
i don't want to go home
i want to come over
and lay in your bed
[don't touch me,]
i just want to sleep
with a warm body next to me
i just want to remember
what that feels like

and you're a fine candidate
for such an act
because you like me
[the way i feel about you is irrelevant]
and i know i am welcome
under your sheets

*

i feel like i see you
all the time now
like our paths suddenly
have something in common

and maybe it would be more appropriate
to glance quickly and then bolt
but

you know how i can be.
i talk too much.

so i make small talk and i smile and i ask you how you are
and my sentences get longer and lose purpose
because i really just want to remember what it was like
to share everything with you,
to be honest
i miss having that

and you nod and grunt and
wait for me to shut up
but i can feel that somewhere inside of you
you miss me