on falling in love in a library

hello. my heart stirs.
you push me to every-
thing and I ask for no-
thing in return. well the
difference is I’m fine on
my own and you’re still
waiting on my reply. 

can we pretend no-
thing ever happened?
no things ever can.
me and you, we’re just
babies swimming up
rivers, look at you
in your basket. but I’d
bet on you never in-
viting me in. well b-
aby, show me where
is your riot? oh

well, there’s a
first time for every-
thing.