when you are twenty there are too many ways to fall in love
the metaphors present themselves to you
they said the hurt made you human
so i repeat them like a mantra
but then the words are gone
and so are the bodies you have known for years
and weariness makes a home of your bones
the city has never been kind,
of this much I have been sure,
and I have only known love when
it is ready to leave my body
on nights like these I will the city to become beautiful.
With the right music traffic lights can look like stars in some galaxy
but love has always been deceiving,
and I have always told the truth,
or at least what looked like it then:
you are beautiful, even under these lights,
and I am afraid I will lose my way in the city when you are gone.
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