the city's constant drag
and pull of traffic, people
lulled me to sleep, once
the chaos of the lives around me
draping a twisted solace
delicately about my ears.

i miss the stars,
can only count a half dozen
braving our screaming streets
shining persistently, dully.
i've traced them into a ship
or what mostly forms one-
minus its sail, they always stay
quietly observing my bizarre life;
the eternal drift between love
and my abhorrence
of our mockery of the game.

i've been chasing him
since he first kissed me,
leaving my lips blue bruised.
people fall in love every day
without their knowledge,
lacking consent
and all i really want to do
is fall into him.