meets me...running..smiles..blue eyes..he's there for me. listens to me complain...gives me cigarettes..and advice.he's quiet..but he tells me about his life...his problems. he trusts me. lets me fall for him then runs away when he finds out, scared to commit to me, maybe i'm going to bite, i don't know. comes back when he knows its safe. makes fun of the boyfriends, tells me he loves me. sits real close and doesn't move as i run my fingers through his curls. held me when i cried because he cut them off. doesn't let me breathe, he changes his mind and i'm on the floor. i wish i knew what he wanted..i wish he wanted me.
