New York is My Abusive Boyfriend by Sarah Vale

I’m afraid to leave New York.
I’m afraid it will be too good some where else but I’ll always be a little bored
I’m afraid I will lose touch with the beat and the culture, afraid I will age.

I’m afraid that if I leave New York I will never come back
That I’ll never be able to come back

It feels like I’m on a sinking ship
and if I give up this piece of real estate wreckage that I’m clinging too
I’ll never find another that could support my weight
I’m to heavy now for this city

To loaded down with debt
too many emotions
too many streets are haunted now
ghosts of my past
of people and things that didn’t last

Maybe I could be happy some where else?
But what if somewhere else is full of the same kind of people I hate?
Only there’s less of them
And no Central Park in all seasons
No stage managing the Bowery
No snowed in mornings in the Met

New York is like an abusive boyfriend
He beats me but I just can’t seem to leave
He always gives me the sweetest kisses
And the harshest blows.

 

 

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