the first snow of the season gives such chills
that every hair on the body stands at attention.
when you touched my knees
we were snowed in for three days in a blizzard,
I was shaking.
you said my name over and over again,
and I kissed you like it was the one and only thing
I was born to do.

you say I shouldn't wait for you
but after drinking whiskey, all I hear is
"I miss you, I miss you, I miss you."
I've lost track of the cigarettes we've smoked
because when they find my body
you'll be behind the trigger anyway.

you're the windy city,
and no amount of Chapstick could fix my lips.
we are not in love.
we were never in love, not even close to the idea.
*******, yes, ****. you. will you? *******.