New York
You son of a bitch
I miss you so much
Like an itch I can't scratch
Fear of going back
Fear of being
In New York
You son of a bitch
Why are you so beautiful
Why are you so cruel
New York
I really hate you
But somehow I find myself here
I never know why
I close my eyes and I look down
New York
You son of a bitch
Your pavement beneath my feet again
Grasping for a dream
That I'll never find
Beneath all of these fluorescent lights
In New York
You son of a bitch
Leave me alone
I left for a reason
Didn't I?
I love you New York.
You crushed me
and had me believing
I was nothing
And everything
Somehow in someplace
As long as it was New York
I left and told myself I wouldn't go back
You're nothing but toxic
I'm the flame you're the match
New York
You're a son of a bitch
But I love you
And you're my home
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New York You're a Son of a Bitch
PoetryA poem about my love/hate relationship with New York City.