I fell into bed and, for a second,
Breathed and exhaled what was left of your scent.
I built something up around me,
Brick by brick with my emotions.
And I built bridges just to have something to burn.
No need to strike a match,
I lit it with the flame that burns inside of us all.
This is a work of art and not an equation.
That's why it makes no sense to the two of us.