He is Not My Boyfriend

He holds my hand when we're together.
His arms envelope my frame
when I cry into his shoulder.
His words give me chills
His lips steal from mine
in the dark, like a secret.
He is everything to me
Yet, nothing at the same time.
We are friends.
and he is not my boyfriend.
but his eyes read into my soul
and I am home in his arms
but I am nothing to him.
I am not his girlfriend.
It's strange and insane
the feelings I hold for him.
I love him, though I do not want him.
He wants me.
Though he does not love me.

9.8.09.