we kissed on the apartment building rooftops, summer late july, your headphones blasting some old rock song and i think this is where i belong, this is where we belong.
your stormy eyes match your on-off attitude. if ever there was a boy that embodied the melancholic restlessness of the city, it was you. i remember how you stood up, all on your tippy toes as if reaching for the heavens (or maybe the tallest skypaper), and you screamed," we are the playground kids of concrete jungles, i've spilled my blood, my sweat, my tears on this concrete. what more do you want? what more could you need?"
we screamed and screamed all night,
belligerent over nothing at all
it was
freeing? calming?
not to the neighbors, at least.
nevermind them, though.
we were free and the city was ours,
if only for one night.
i like who i am when i'm with you under the pink and white skies, the smoggy daylight, your smug smile.
i love the lights and sounds and chaos, the calm in a crowded seafood market. the way we say i love you without really meaning it.
i love the ambition
of my hand interlocked with yours
like we're threatening the city to tear us apart,
away from each other, but it never does,
it never does and
i want to say i love you, but love never lasts and feelings fade fast. these buildings will outlive us both we know our memories are simply an echo virtually unheard by anything more than the crows on the sidewalk romantic prose spoken in coffee shops i
want to say i love you
but the words never come out
the way i'd like them to.
