Lost boy.

Your heart rages
with a fervor of a thousand suns.
Tall, lean and sweet,
but inside you are a lost little boy
in search of a home,
and you say you’ve found it in me;
you’ve found it in the way
the curves of my body hug your sharp edges perfectly.
I am not home,
I am anything but comfortable domesticity.
The way you need me transcends
more than what I can give,
and you deserve more;
you deserve better than this;
you deserve more than me.