Misunderstood Creatures

We are all misunderstood creatures.
For instance we’re just friends
But we’re more sometimes.
We don’t seem to know much about each other
Except the obscure ‘corner of your eye’ things
Like favourite words
& fathers’ first names.
I don’t mean to be rude
Just sometimes I can’t speak when I’m around you
& I depend on lots of liquid courage.
I don’t know what either of us wants or feels,
If either of us wants or feels at all
& I don’t know what it means when you look at me like that.
We’re only more until the morning after
So I pretend to be asleep for longer
& we maintain radio silence again
Until the next stolen kiss in a 3am drunken haze
That means something or everything or nothing,
I’m not quite sure.
Right now I guess I’m trying to find the will in me
To be in love
Or to just be at all.