Paris is for Lovers

I’m falling in love with Paris by bike,

Pedaling through the city twilight

Dominating Peugots and Renaults

A vicious gang sur leur velos

Lovelocks decorate the side

Of the bridge to Cite .

And of you, I can’t get enough,

Kissing on the Pont de Neuf

Le Petite Prince loved to watch sunsets

Over and over and over again

We get to watch just one sunset

Eating our ice cream near Notre Dame

Twilight hits the reflecting pools,

 And the pyramid of the Louvre

While on the Seine, for Paris, I fell

Seeing the sparkling tour d’eiffel

We stroll through the streets of Montmarte

Navigate from the chapel de Sacre Couer

Looking for the Moulin Rouge, 

holding hands, full of amour. 

Paris for painters, for poets, for foodies and others

Most importantly though,

Paris is for lovers

I’m so glad we found one another

and this great city

how I do love her

Jamie, full of vengeance

I’m not that girl from Illinois anymore

Stop sending me texts

That you’re not okay.

I am okay

You don’t know me anymore

You’ve never met the girl who drinks beer on the regular

Who donned heels and shimmering skirts

For a decadent night out.

That girl who took on lovers

To gain redemption

For youth lost to you

You don’t own the soul

That has thawed out,

From dating you.

That bitter, angry thing, shaded gray and red

I’m no flatlander, no flatfooted, no flat-lined person

Trusting all will be well.

I have climbed mountains,

You were a molehill.

I have elevated

And I am free.