Being with her is exponentially better than anything else in my life.
She laughs at my jokes She understands my humor The kind of humor I try on other people And they wonder what box I thought outside of And how to get me back in there
She likes the weird nonsense that spurs from my mouth All the fake scenarios All the strange hand gestures And all my weird voices She likes them all, and they make her laugh
But I don't think this is how friendship is suppose to feel
Do all friends feel the incessant need to hold each other during sleepovers Does friendship mean noticing the way her skirt sways when she moves Or the way her eyes dart down to her feet when she walks Does it mean I'm suppose to want to kiss her when we sit underneath trees
Am I suppose to touch her hand Am I suppose to not touch it I want to touch it I want it interlocked in mine
Does friendship mean she's not suppose to notice my new dress Even when I notice hers Does it mean she's not suppose to want to be affectionate with me Even if just the way she touches my arm gives me goosebumps Is friendship suppose to feel like you're drowning in your own self pity when she talks about boys And is it friendship when she cries over them and all I can think is
I could treat you better You deserve better I could give you everything Even my lungs if you really needed them.