turn down the lights
turn down the bed
i am so sick
of playing this over in my head
my arms outstretched
pointing my veins to the sky
like empty canals
baby, i am a sinking city
you are a skyscraper
i wanna get lost
in your vast metropolis
my small, village skin
can't compare
to your beautiful concrete
i am still not a firework
my back fence flare
isn't enough
it was never enough
but all i know for sure
is these sheets feel too big
without you
so i will continue
to send you postcards
from the darkest depths of this bed
till you could cover your walls
in love letters
that i don't actually send
instead,
i close my timid eyes
& wait
but you won't
no, you won't.