a brother
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My love is bigger than my heart can bare
It swelled at the thought of you
My love for you was free like the wind in my hair
I knew from the beginning this was too good to be true
Dear Brother,
I write to you in a letter of clichés,
Mostly because I'm not really sure what to do anymore.
Burnt thoughts, burried sins
I never knew how to talk to you.
I can’t do this anymore.
I flip the chessboard off the table and stare at my brother’s shocked face.
Everyday he asks me to play chess.
Everyday I say no.
i watch a brother suffer
his pain spilled out of his eyes like milk pouring on a cereal
i look at the disintegrate figure from the crack he was sucking from his face down to his crusty feet
