My brother says we are hanging on just by words now.
And I understand.
The currency of having to say the right things, when you have already said all the wrongs.
And darkness always feels so much better than the light.
And you hang on because you believe it'll get dark again.
But, I don't.
I walk away,
and like to leave them hanging on to my words.
my thoughts.
my moments when I'm no longer in them.
But you are perfect, where I am short changed.
you are forgiving, where I am forever reminding.
You are angry, where I am even. in accord.
You are different, where I am always still the same.
My brother says we are pulling apart.
and hanging by words.
But, does he know which ones?
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