it's as simple as you make it
or as complicated as you need
verbs and adjectives collide
into an information stream
perfection in a photograph
that I saw while scrolling down
wishing our love was just like that
with a hashtag that's profound

One last look for Lisbon
Let it seep into my heart
One last wistful wish that
I was back again at the start
I was a girl then
Wondering how to do my hair
I am a woman now
Heavy heart frayed with wear
One last look for Lisbon
Windows glow from the sunrise
The air feels full of magic
I am much more alive
I want to take a picture
So I pull out my phone
But no, I don’t need a photograph
Just this feeling in my bones

here is a secret
that will sound like a lie to
all romantics young and in love:
there is no wedding
perfect enough
to save a marriage
you're not actually ready
to fight your whole life for

I rolled out my yoga mat
but did not stretch
did not pose
just laid on my back
listening to the fly
trying desperately
to break through the window
my life was supposed to be
a little happier than this