thursday.
2010-09-05 -- 12:56 a.m.

you attach yourself to me the whole night, not caring where i am or who is around me. there are things you say out loud and too many things that you whisper. we're drunk, everyone's drunk. your girlfriend comes back with a pizza both she and i have wanted and you're sitting in between us, as we share the pizza and a bottle of smirnoff. she and i are laughing as you stay silent, i'm tired of guilty feelings. but i am fearful of all this slipping out from underneath me, everything is suddenly so perfect again.

i think it's only fitting as we sit, eating and drinking you in between the two of us that i am sitting on a stool, making me a little higher than everyone else.

i wonder if i am always going to be a little bit higher, at least to you.

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