you look like every beautiful city I've never seen.
a serene, untouchable bravado masquerading your false pretenses.

your a dark dream i often turn to,
when there's no ups to long days spent feeling down.

you feign compassion with what could almost be called,
an expertly crafted imitation of emotional meandering.

but we know no ends, why?
because my depravity, and your menacing resourcefulness,
somehow compliment in this world we have created,
where distance is its own intimacy,
tangible between our empty hearts.