Hustle and bustle of work,day and life
steaming Starbucks and choppy high heels
bumping into other's shoulders
oblivious to the almost's from taxi drivers to schooling kids

But when the
sun descends to make room for the moon
the city's potholes
treasure every drop
of a drunk stupor
savoring burning tires of zooming cars
passers-by basking in the midnight lights

That's New York City
It never sleeps.

| new york city - m.m |

dance around things you don't mean, like a drunken prideful nomad. I represent everything I am missing. yes I, what do I mean

You say you're sorry
For what you did then
Only to repeat it
Again, and again

Hearing your response
From the night before
You've proven to me
All I am is a chore

Not someone you love,
Someone you adore
But someone who's convenient,
Someone you deplore

So I have come to the realization
that I can't give you what you need.
You have other priorities
That I cannot exceed

The hurt I've felt all through the night,
You said we would be partners forever,
But really meant,
was partners for never.

Love
Is the ephemeral moon
Waxing
Wanning
Some nights
It lights up the sky
Gloriously shining
And I howl in admiration
Some nights
The thin cresent
Sits in the velvety black sky
A half closed eye
Easily forgotten
And on some nights
It can't be found
The stars freckle the air
Reminding me it rests
Somewhere below the horizon
But my mind says
It must be gone
Forever
A sky this dim
This bitterly cold
Could never host
A being so radiant
So I wander
A vagabond
In search of light

Ribbons or rope or
laces that loop while
embracing your waist and
encroaching your throat.

Ribbons or rope,
no difference I hope,
for the use of helping
me force you to choke

"Ribbons or rope?":
in a whisper you spoke,
as the air you gasped
tasted of broken glass.

So turn blue for me now,
as blue as I've been
for you.

So lovely to choose
between ribbons
or rope.

I loved you more than you ******* deserved.
But it wasn't enough.
I let you wrap your hands around my aching heart and squeeze it till it crumbled into pieces.
I begged you to love me the way I loved you.
You were busy keeping secrets from me,
and I was busy trying to give you the world.
You always told me I was your favorite girl,
but I was only your favorite girl when you were intoxicated and I let you **** me.
You bruised me,
you took advantage of me,
you left marks on my soul.
*******.
You never deserved me.
I still smell you in my sheets,
and it hurts,
and it makes me so angry that
I want to burn them.
I regret letting you in,
expressing every weakness I endured
and
promising me to kiss me all over when I needed you too.
But,
I promise it won't happen again.
After all you left me a pile of dust,
lost in the wind.