so now tell me,
which shines brighter?
the sight of the city lights
or the sparks we share
in each other's eyes?

isn't it thrilling to wonder what would happen
to you in the next few days? thinking who would make you laugh, how many hearts would be broken, where will your wandering feet would take you, who are you going to meet that would make you write midnight poems about.

She is like a river
connected to him—
the ocean.

She keeps on flowing
but will never be enough
for him.

And she became
like a cold
cup of coffee
Gone was
her warmth
only her
bitter taste
remains.

Tell me who you are.
Who you were.
Who you’ve been.
Before you met him.