creating constellations

come with me to the city

come with me to the city,
i won't stop loving you, don't worry,
i'm too deep in this feeling to even think about abandoning it.
we can cover our apartment walls with words of love, hope, and heartbreak, filling any empty spaces with photographs of times where i find myself looking back at when i feel afraid.
we can stop at flower shops and pick of roses we'll forget to water, but they'll look nice by our tall windows.
i'll even buy you a telescope so you can look at the stars because it makes you think of home, and because it makes me feel at home to look at you, looking into that sky.
we can hold hands while we try to navigate subway stations and busy streets so we don't get lost.

we can do so many things in the city,
but maybe i should introduce myself first.