Roots Before Branches

Florence

I got down on one knee;
And asked the most powerful question in history.
With the sunset scoring your orange-esque shock;
And vineyards decorating a heart stopped,
Baited breath forced time to stand still;
As you held my future in your hands on a Tuscan hill.
Stop motion caricature, caffeinated Italian culture;
I'm not sure if you're sure, are you sure?
And as your blood agreed to muse my poems;
I found something fantastic in Florence.

At least that's what I'll tell my kids anyway.
For I have never lived such a day.
It's the pre-cursor to Cupid's adorable arrows;
And the poison he infuses them with in the shadows.
I don't belong to anyone;
I don't have that special someone.
I see couples of all ages practically making love in the side streets;
How wonderful such company must be.
They even kiss with their masks on, how ironic;
Perfectly satisfied by a loveless kind of bubonic.
It's just me and my lonely writing scorned poems;
As I spend Valentine's Day alone in Florence.

Maybe this city can be my love for just twelve hours;
We can go bike riding in the rose garden, I'll pick you some flowers.
Or maybe we can taste test all of the gelato;
And soak it all soundly with the safety of a cappuccino.
But that's me being a hopeless romantic;
A stupid, hopeful, admittedly wronged idiot.
I'm happy for the girls, the guys and everyone else;
I just don't know why I can't have what they have as well.
Well, right now, at least;
I'd like to share my dinner with somebody.
Someone to proofread my tortured poems;
Someone to have fun with here in Florence.

It's raining here on the day of love;
Pathetic fallacy laughs at us from above.
I'm laughing too, buddy, I hope you know;
That I am very much aware of this awful shitshow.
As I walk along the Ponte Vecchio;
I'm tempted to jump, to pull a Van Gogh.
But I won't, that's dramatic;
I promise I'm not erratic;
But fuck me, it would be nice to have somebody.
Damn.
But it's also nice not to be tethered to a rope;
The unknown is exciting, a suspicious scope.
So ignore everything I've written prior to this;
Florence didn't deserve any of it.