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