we love the city

This is London, not Antarctica, so why don't the tubes run all
night,
You are my Girlfriend, not Molly Ringwald, so why won't you stay here
tonight. This is sixth form poetry not Keats or Yeats. There are so
many things that we hate. We love the city because it lets us down, We
love the city NOT the suburbs that surround. We love all the dirty
things, that lead us to think, that maybe true love could be found. We
love the city because its how we live, We love the city cause it never
loves us back. We love it all because sometimes, even though they're
hard to find, it contains all the virtues we lack.

I am intrigued, not merely curious as to why it takes so long to change
your mind. I am competent, not merely adequate, its impossible for me
to be unkind. This is embarrassing, not merely awkward and I have
ignored much greater feelings. We can hold those aspirations down with
bad luck and half hearted frowns. But fear alone will never bring us
down, that can only happen in the small towns.