Could I be ready…
To leave…
My beloved…
New York…
Who has left me…
battered and bruised…
And has moved on…
Without a thought…
Without a second glance…
In the capital of the WORLD…
Do I even matter…
No…
I’m just a number…
A box on the census…
A demographic…
To New York…
I am nothing…
To me…
She is everything…
We have…
The ultimate…
Dysfunctional relationship…
Could I be ready…
To leave her…
After all these years…
Sadly…
She wouldn’t even notice…
But oh…
How’d I miss her…
Her music…
Her energy…
Her soul…
She is…
The greatest artist…
Of all time…
Effortlessly beautiful…
But I might be ready…
For someplace…
Not so bitter-sweet…
Someplace…
That loves me back…
But fuck…
How I’d miss her…
I LOVE HER, but…
11 Responses to “I LOVE HER, but…”
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There are so many other cities to discover and even lay down your roots. You can always go back!
(My wife left everything she has ever known back in the UK for love…for me…)
Thanks for sharing with the Rally. -
Love, love, this! Bittersweet. Sigh.
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…To New York…
I am nothing…
To me…
She is everything…
We have…
The ultimate…
Dysfunctional relationship……wow these lines echo friends of mine who left NY a couple of years ago…honest write…felt.