nyc not my home anymore

from a high rise
inbetween texts to friends
appeasing hellos
summer heat
i think of him

i think i'm sad
this city misses no one

but he said at a brooklyn bar diguising itself as manhattan
these streets feel my absence

lies i say!

these streets have too much company
much too much for this little girl and her little words
so expensive for my holy habits
my economical belly
my jwb liver
my hippy ways
impatience sways

the city goes on
it misses me not
i'm sad
because i don't mind
i am not bothered
i do not miss this city at all

i would not trade a day spent in this city's blanket
i would not trade the moment when it was decided
it was time to leave

or return for that matter
because as i said we are just running in circles
we come back home
always coming home for the answers
always running back into those familiar doors
branded with your mark

no i miss this city not
the magic of every street corner
the tales heard from one city block
my pores opening as i take on yet another flight of stairs
another squeezed subway ride
another frown, don't talk to me
another paper, this world so wrong
another street fair, i'll take a 5 dollar lemonade sure!


it wouldn't be that bad
it's not that bad
but i needed you
i missed you

yelled at miles once while he tried waking me up
snapped: don't ever interupt me while i'm visiting my friends and family

i don't have to sleep as much anymore
i never want to miss out on you again

so give me all your crazy
you keep affirming me everyday

point me to home