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i can still hear the sirens, can't you?

listen to the city sing, dear boy.
you keep trauma in your pockets like a coin,
like your charm comes from flippant words
and not those moments when your grin
tips the world, lights your sweet eyes,

and i keep washing ashore on the same idea,
just a fever dream / no apology
when you say those things that you don't mean

pero tú, por favor, no te vayas.

i want you to be happy. i love your smile.
i barely know you.
i haven't told you this and i don't think i ever will

but one can hope.

there is a crack in everything / that's how the light gets in

dear boy,
i am the light.
let me in.

the idea is this:

my tragedies are a shipwreck and
i'm a seagull now, the surface of the green
glassy water looks lovelier than it is.
i couldn't save a drowning person if i tried
but i would try.