The first time I fell in love I was 15,
I\'m not sure how long it took me to get back up.
He was my four walls,
My fireplace.
I poured myself into him as if I’d never thirst.
In return, I expected him to move mountains.
Capture the stars,
Follow me to every corner of the earth.
Most of all,
I expected him to fall too.
But I was alone when I awoke.
So very cold,
And so very thirsty.