Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)

Not hesitantly,

you put your arm around me.

Out of nowhere, 

and you seem to do it more often then before.

And I say my hands are cold, 

not expecting anything,

but then you laugh in the special way you do, 

(the way I love)

and you grasp my hands, and

warm them.

I don’t know if this means something,

or just random acts of friendship.

All I hope is that you’re just not messing with me,

though if this is how it is,

I like being messed with.