inside a buzzing stovetop

we are lost in the heat of the city

between hooting cars & taxis 

buzzing like people

looking for a peaceful spot 

on the edge of a kerbside 

feeling the blues when 

the sky fades in a shade of pink & 

the colour of aperol spritz 

fizzy & tired the day leaves by 

full of goodbyes of moments & people 

saying every second how much i love 

to appreciate you 

in a city where everyone 

stays anonymous 

innocently walking talking 

through situations 

i’d like to fall 

just for the feeling

caring about nothing but

what to dress this night 

to love myself 

even more than yesterday 

think of my tired eyes

to spill them with iced coffee

to wake up every day 

with the same brokenness inside