Did you think i was a city big enough for a weekend getaway?
I am the town surrounding it,
the one you've never heard of
but always pass through
There are no neon lights here,
no skyscrapers or statues
but there is thunder,
for i make bridges tremble
I am not street meat i am homemade jam
thick enough to cut the sweetest
thing your lips will touch
I am not police sirens, i am the crackle in a fireplace
I'd burn you and you still
couldn't take your eyes off me
cause i'd look so beautiful doing it
you'd blush
I am not a hotel room i am home
I am not the whiskey you want
i'm the water you need
Don't come here with expectations
and try to make a vacation out of me

// rupi kaur