scent of sex and new found glory.

i fell in love with a setting sun.
the kind who watches stars just to feel
like he's close to someone; anyone.
the kind who keeps points just to stay
in the game. the kind who's never really
been on a team.

i fell in love with a burning bridge.
the kind who had baggage and a story
that no one had ever let him tell.
the kind that played like a broken record
and skipped the beats that could've meant something,
just like he skipped the sheets that he could've gotten
attached to.

i fell in love with a long lost home;
the kind of boy who had no place to go.
i fell in love with inflated hopes and
biased beliefs and the way
it felt to watch the whole world crash
around you because you'd fallen in love
with the kind of lost that's not meant to be found.

i fell in love with a never quite mine,
and i was the same for him.



dear burning bridge,
i found the other side.
it's safe and home and all my own.
the grass is greener
and the sun shines by the schedule of a phone call,
not the spin of a world that's not worth trusting.

dear setting sun,
dear long lost home,
dear never quite mine,
i'm sorry i was the same for you.
but i've found an all-ten-shades-of-the-sunrise,
norman-rockwell-white-picket-fence,
every-fiber-belongs-to-you,
kind of thing.

it's name is love,
and it'll hear your story out.