Thursday, December 15, 2011



Like a space monkey you
Threw yourself at me,
Hampering to my every whim…
Now you want to threaten me with anger
And a suffocation that no longer even ghosts my radar.
I know the last thing that I should do is laugh,
But I can’t imagine any other way to react
In this state of mind.
It is my fault, of course.
I should have left you the little sister
You had always been to me.
You do need a big brother,
And I don’t need the drama,
It’s hard to even think about this for lack of worth,
And so I am finished with it,
And you.

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