your lips are stained red with his blood.
you wake in the night, crying out his name.
not from pleasure, from grief.
who would have thought you could ever love someone that much?
oh brother, you broke your promise.
do your remember?
when we were seven, and you said
that would you never leave me?
and where are you now brother?
i didn’t see that coming brother.
you didn’t see that coming // k.h