“Did you think I was a city” by Rupi Kaur

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 of 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 am the water you need
don’t come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me