New York City
Surrounded by buildings
That never had a blink of rest,
I feel green inside
Wondering how anyone
Could fall in love with the chaos.
I stand as a mere pebble,
Grimacing at the stars
That are mostly shielded from the night.
They look about half as bright
And twice as small.
I glance at the indentions
My nails have left in my palm,
Wondering if I was ever capable
Of loving at all.