- Breaking Up With Chicago

My Chicago,
You will always be my forever first love, My Chicago.
But I am tired of loving you…
Your strong arms come in light, medium, and dark
With attitudes of jerks and assholes.
Minds of cheaters, lovers, romantics, and haters.

Claustrophobic Chicago
So small you can fit everyone in your size 8 shoe so we don’t expand or get smaller.
Smell your different scents from masculine to feminine.
I am tired of loving you, My Chicago!
Bipolar Chicago.

It’s because your skin is soft…and your hair is long…
It’s because your style is different and your lips are full…

Because I can read your insides and bring them out…
Because I can’t turn your frowns upside down…
Always I will love you; My Chicago.!

But I can’t love you forever. I can’t hold on to you when you’re not mine to hold on to.
I can’t hold on to what once was, to what I’m not sure I want to rekindle.
My Chicago you have been my weakness for far too long and I will never draw rainbows if
You’re constantly giving me gray chalk…

You will always be my forever first love, My Chicago...
My Resident,

If forever your first love, then make me your only, for forever shouldn’t end so soon.
How dare you leave me with nothing to cradle in my arms, but the wind that penetrates the hole you left in my chest.
I know that when seasons change I can become colder than the lake my body lays upon,
But when the sun shines again you feel the warmth of my embrace, the warmth that you always knew was still inside of me.

I mean, don’t mean to be so vulgar baby but, I remember you used to sing melodic screams when my full lips kissed yours, the ones people can’t see when your smiling.
You wanna feel what paradise feels like? Well fill your interior with my exterior and feel how deep my love can really run.
Sweetie, you used to scream “Chicago”. I will still rock your map.
And baby, there’s more passion when we’re arguing.

Your body was sculpted to fit into the mold of my soul and sleep under the night lights that twinkle in my eyes.
You know me better than those who just tour my downtown area, looking for a good time.
Your love runs deep, to the hundreds, of projects, that were attempts to move my dignity to the southside, to the sky scrapers that allow me to rise my head high, as negative stigmas invade my westside.

You scrape my sky. Even if you move, you’ll take my winter coat, my Tims, my buck fifty hat, my Uggs, my scarf, and my skull cap,
Everything that kept you warm with me and allowed you to stick by my side, whether it be my west or southside, my north or east,
Your river of tears will always run through me.

I cannot count how many funerals, how many shootings, how many tragedies I’ve put you through.
You’ve watched seasons change, on your window pane, resting on a season’s pain, wishing I would stop the rain.
You’ve given me chance after chance to show you what real love means.
So if you must go, to save your heart, then leave.
Leaving me will be the most intricate exit thine eyes have ever seen.