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little Bird Jan 2015
Chicago is the one night stand that never should have lasted four years
I thought I was facing all my fears
It was a love I saw on screen,
that was never meant for me.
It was abuse I denied
and all your bow tied lies
my ribs are bruised
still I've gotten used
to you freckled with late nights
and neon lights
I said I was leaving you
and stayed another two
years,
I don't want to hate it here
Chicago, my first love who swallowed me whole
strangers follow me home
Chicago felt my beating heart
clenched and ripped it apart
I can't forget your taste on my lips
or the delicate trickle of the wine we sipped
You keep saying you love me
how this is exactly how it's supposed to be
Isn't it wonderful! you say
you don't even notice as I look the other way
I started smoking cigarettes so I won't be hungry
Xanex for my anxiety
you keep leaving your issues at my bedroom door
I told you I can't do this anymore
I laid lonely on your cold sheets every night
trying to believe this was right
tell myself this is the only way it could have been
but I still see the blue of your fingerprints on my skin
stop pulling my hair
you know my secrets so raw and so bare
a sunset romance I thought we shared
you've only left me broken and scared
It was just a one night stand that lasted too long
Now I know I don't belong.
I'll walk away with no regret
I won't look back and I won't forget.
little Bird Nov 2014
We'll be poor, and we'll watch the summer garden grow.
little Bird Nov 2014
The beauty in gender ambiguity,
I saw skyscrapers rise to meet him,
the sidewalk swallowed her whole.
little Bird Nov 2014
Masculine woman
Strong, but not tough
I caught her gaze
Sincere.
little Bird Sep 2014
I hope
a part
of me
always
stays young
enough to
believe
I
could touch
the soft
cottony clouds
if I could
only reach
them.
little Bird Sep 2014
Early September air has me feeling motion sick again.
It's been two years and I count them in breaths.
Count them like the crucifixion.
After Death.
little Bird Sep 2014
Driving back to the Chicago apartment I call home
but never really could be.
My glorified storage unit.

                               A rental.
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