AURORA AND THE PLACES I HAVEN'T BEEN

I never know how much 

is too much

if there is a line between

adoration and obsession

I haven't found it yet

because i drank up paris

like an alcoholic locking herself inside

a liquor store during a hurricane

those streets practically beg you

to kiss the nearest stranger

and declare your love to the doves

but i couldn't break through my daze

long enough to notice that i was alone

because my chest was full

brimming over with promises

to a city that won't remember my name

paris takes up two thirds of my heart

verona could tell all of my secrets

lake como broke my heart

in three different languages

and i didn't even mind

I lost my breath in the museums of Florence

and if you visit, you'll probably find it 

at the feet of venus

I just want to be the room

built to showcase the sculpture

or the lungs that carry the song

or the glass that holds the wine

give me something beautiful and i'll make it my sun.

beacause i will always be the child

who let snow spill into her winter boots

and stood still as the January night

stung her cheeks 

to watch the northern lights

flow over the blanketed prairie.