day 301

use my body for turn table/ a poor excuse for making love with bad music on

1
new york smells
really bad
I think it's because I haven't lived there
or have stayed there long enough
to get used to the stench of
garbage, sweat,
and the butts of fireflies
cigarette smoke
ash

2
it's nice to see us all growing together
growing up
together
you were my first poet love
it was magic
and a lot of anger
and I was never the prettiest girl in the room
or the most poetic
or beautiful
or both
you ask me out on a date
I hesitate
we are so close yet two whole worlds apart
I tell you sure
we have always been
so distant

3
you kiss me on the cheek
again
and
again
and
again
and it is so sweet
I return the favor
we plan a trip out of the country
hopefully this will happen
and we will be stars
they will probably not remember our names
but we will remember each other
as we have
for years
and that's all that matters to me right now

4
I miss the girl that has shown me the skyline
the sweet silhouette of a city that is starting to
introduce
itself to me
i say hello almost everyday
it is summer
I just want to see you close your eyes
and open them in the morning
next to me.
your eyes are so pretty.
I see the silhouette of a city that is starting to
introduce
itself to me.