i have yet to set roots in anyone my mind and my body always wandering through the streets of foreign towns the only constant has been a vacant strip mall and interesting strangers the men i meet on these streets have come into my life like a storm their attention pouring down on me, drowning me nothing has ever compared though, to the feeling i get from you
when i walked into his apartment i felt as though i'd been here before there was a man long ago, they could have been brothers two worlds colliding together right in front of my eyes i wasn't sure if i should hold on tight or run away
the fire faded and i was left standing cold alone on another corner my heart was beating so fast i thought it would jump out of my chest how i could i let this happen again and where would i go from here there was nothing left to do but continue to walk away
i walked down that street, got into my car and drove away finding a place to stay for the night because nothing feels like home anymore quickly adjusting my clothes and my attitude i picked myself up looking back now, i should have known better i should have seen the signs, but i was blinded by his intoxicating conversation once again.
there was only one thing left to do waltz straight into that tall venue with friends at my side hand the girl with the pink and black hair my ticket and forget my troubles remember that your roots are not planted there they are in your heart and your heart belongs to the man on stage.
that's the moment i realized that i was home.
a stupid poem about things ending with one man, and then realizing how much i love tom gabel.