COCAINE HEART ━━ poetry

who am i to love you?

Paris,
who am i to love you?
creator of beautiful things,
god of the arts and beauty,
an artist herself,
you are the lady of men with souls too large to fit inside their bodies,
the lady of women with souls to little for their bodies,
and the lady of artists with broken souls hidden in their bodies,
you are my lady, our lady; notre dame

Paris,
who am i to love you?
the city of love, l’amour et la romance,
the city that hides the Mona Lisa,
the city too ancient with history, with royalty, with politics, for such a young girl like me

Paris,
who am i to love you?
black and white photography,
classic and coffee,
you are impressionism and realism but nothing in between,
you are filthy rich and dirt poor but nothing in between,
romanticism and fashion tucked in every corner, painted on every surface, and smoked like a cigarette by every lung

Paris,
who am i to love you?
all art is quite useless
but that’s what you are for
and when you hold me tightly in your arms i see la vie en rose
and i do not regret one single thing
non, je ne regret rien

inspired by Lana Del Rey’s poem
L.A. who am i to love you?