what are we now?
are we friends?
i know we aren't lovers,
but i'd love to hold you
move into you and make you know that i'm here.
Touch your face and see some sort of recognition in your eyes.
Know that you are aware.
Aware that I want you in ways that go bump in the night,
that open me up for deeper hurt or for something electric.
Little shocks that would make you think about where we were
and where we could be.
But I'm failing.
like chemistry gone awry.
Missing the right substrate to suspend it, hold it together.
The right reaction to our action?
Something to let us know that it was right or wrong.
are you thinking what i'm thinking?

doth I offend?