Love Letter
You are my brother
Not by blood, marriage, sex, or gender
But by love and unfortunate anguish
Incestuous undertones are being built on top of us
They are crushing and infecting me
This is sick, I am sick, I am in love
I am terrible at trying to hide it
My limbs are ducttaped on to my torso
My eyes are glass, my tumors are collision bumps
You will not see me sick and dying
You will not see me in a hospital bed with shallow breaths
Though you already know of the plague inside of me
Just a cough, a sore throat
A small infatuation because goddamn you are so pretty and I just realized it
It should go away in a few days with rest
But it hasn't and will not
And I'm sorry
Even though you would tell me not to be
I wonder if you know what you can do
What needles you can mistakingly inject
What earthquakes you can cause
Sore arm giggles from my attempts at being funny
Message vibrations because you need someone to talk to about nothing
I wish hate was in your vocabulary
Should I present you with a thesaurus with a marker on that word?
I want you to hate me
Stop me from parasitically feasting on you
Step on me and rid me from your life
But you don't
You can only see the antonyms
Love, friendship, kindness
Brothers cannot hate each other
Carnally, warmly, unfortunately
My rotting heart beats for you
And I am unsure what to do
So I will sit here and decompose
However many moments I'm lucky enough to get are yours
None of them are wasted