i love my brothers. it doesn’t matter that we come from different parents. they would give up anything to be there for me.
i would fight for centuries to get my old self back.
come back soon. to the girl you destroyed.
i can feel it in the way your lips meet mine. your love for me is waning.
you at mine. and if the sun sets for the last time today, i will be happy knowing you are mine.
i taste you, on my tongue. i taste us, on my tongue. i taste tragedy, on my tongue.
you remember that my favorite color is orange. and no organs like a sunset, but orange like a papaya. you remember that my favorite food is pasta and that i hate the taste of steak. you remember my two childhood dogs and nickname my mother told you on a random weekend back home. you remember me in a way i only wish to remember myself. you remember me beautiful.
i know that you love me. it’s palpable.
i’ve sworn for years we’re connected. because every time you come i can sense it. see it in the dark, hear it a million miles away. not only love swirls between us; raw want drags us back together over and over again.
i yell at my mother with her same ruthlessness and out-argue my father with his same logic.
the worst sadness i’ve ever felt was grieving you while you were still very much alive.