i don't need this boy anymore

i don't need this boy anymore 

that's what i keep telling myself


until i'm laying in darkness 

buried by threadbare quilts and

my own secret sadness


that he crawls back into the back corners 

of my dreams


and i wake up with my face

smelling of the ocean 


i realize that nothing could ever be as good as him

but he does not realize that.


he's too busy trying to be

an identical twin

though he was born fraternal



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