what if
what if,
we could fly
to any
destination,
and places
making us
feel safe,
I feel
God
made
a mistake
of not
granting
us wings.
I broke the vases,
vulnerable
and worth more
than
my own life.
I love you more
than you ever did,
but I won't say me,
It wasn't that easy.......
I know you adored
of the many times...
you loved me so easily
before the shattering
of the unpredictability
of this end game,
Between the swollen
of my little cheeks,
you hugged and loved me,
and the roof, food and clothing
was something,
I took for granted.
You were sick and not evil....
I became the devil,
now I'm tired and worn
and not be the Abyss
shards of a broken mirror,
I looked at your picture
and my dead brother's....
I'm so ashamed.
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