This

I fall in love with everything,

I've always been this way.

My heart has never stood a chance.

Give me time 

And I'll learn to love anything.

The old man at the concert next to me, 

Who spoke like the singer could hear him.

(It doesn't matter that she didn't,

because I did.

I did.)

I love his long dreads,

his rough laugh.

Too tall for the nosebleeds,

And making do anyways.

I remember why I live,

To love with such simplicity:

This, 

This, 

This.