Black bracelet wrist,
what you don't know about me
can fit in The Ritz.
Midtown bullshit,
phonecalls and bathroom stalls
leading to nowhere.
Everybody loves
the sound of a train
in the distance.
Old playlists
and old blog posts,
happiness is biased with time.
Long Island still sleeps
in unanswered texts,
and I am anything.
Try something,
try nothing,
anything for my eyes.