more chicago..because it hit me so hard that i cannot pretend it was forced or that i was just “making the most of it”. 

funny faces and unfamiliar places

i don’t remember the last time i saw you

i know it was good–it was really, REALLY good–

but it’s been so long since it came from inside you..

happy to see you, and delighted to reaquaint

these arms have grown heavy with the wanting of a saint

your honesty in me mocks the falsehoods in thee,

i know not what in other universe we could be

yet here we are, as happy as can be. 


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