The Inbetweeners

Would you let me lie on your chest, and listen to my narcissistic ramblings, play with my hair while I do so while I secretly trace your finger patterns. Would it make things awkward between us if I ask you for a hug, one so fierce one that lasts longer than twenty seconds tell me, would it make things awkward Would you stop asking why I just gaze at you when I'm grappling with that question myself Why, I wonder, I become a puddle and melt at the sight of one silly smile Would you notice anything about this Of how I let you off easily than others with all the annoying stuff that you pull off I give myself migraines to find excuses to defend you Would you know that even when I'm listening to people talk around me, its your silence that registers acutely, my heart skipping a beat yearning to hear that gratingly glorious voice of yours Would you know this weird thing that I do to evoke a maverick response from you, that when it just lights up your face I sit back and watch in secret fascination Would you know this weird thing that you do that makes people fall head over heals for you while you go around making jokes, seemingly oblivious to the growing puddle of melting hearts around you Would you know anything about this continual need to touch each other or how difficult it is to tame down that yearning of physical intimacy and desire Would you see through the games I play Of trying not to see you for days and then, royally blow my self-respect off by back-hugging you when I finally do. Would you ever wonder about what we mean to each other, would things be different if we are to change ourselves to fit as we imagine ourselves to fit with others Would it matter to us if we are more than friends and less than a couple, the misfit in-betweeners, swinging back and forth just happy for this time together, now, in this moment.