In a stretch to prove you were different, I proved that you're just the same.
I was endlessly infatuated with your lack of interest. For a year, I was chasing you in circles around a a crucified religious figure, the state law, and a terrible characteristic in which we both share.
I just wanted to know who you were- to fully understand you and what you wanted or expected from me.
Now I know.
You're just like every other boy on the street, only more quiet.