On the phone again.
Talking to my dearest love.
My brother enters,
tears streamin down his face.
He hands me a plastic sleeve,
tears stream down my face.
'I hafta go' I mutter.
I hang up the phone.
I read what the sleeve contains;
A collage of my past present and future.
My brother has compliled a collage
This collage contains
Who he felt I was, am and will be.
The tears fall one after the other,
They fall in torrents.
I cant speak, my throat refuses to allow it.
I have five missed calls on my phone,
my dearest is concerned.
Words cannot be formed,
I let the phone ring.
To my brother I was:
-His sister
-Special
-Honest
-We shared secrets
I am now:
-A Mystery
-Lost
-Unknown
-Unwanted
In the future:
-I wont be perfect
-I will be a part of his life













Comments
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second chances don't come often, so take them.
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second chances don't come often, so take them.
thanx i dint think it was that good but i just had to get it out
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Luv ya, take care
ERin
I love the comparisons, sad but so...beautiful, is that the word? Yes, we'll go with that! I love it!
Hope all is doing ok!
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I'll swallow up all of you
Like a big bottle of big, big pills.
You're the one that I should never take
But I can't sleep until I devour you.
I can't sleep until I devour you. ~ Devour, Marilyn Manson. <3
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