i don't need this boy anymore

i don't need this boy anymore 

that's what i keep telling myself

 

until i'm laying in darkness 

buried by threadbare quilts and

my own secret sadness

 

that he crawls back into the back corners 

of my dreams

 

and i wake up with my face

smelling of the ocean 

 

i realize that nothing could ever be as good as him

but he does not realize that.

 

he's too busy trying to be

an identical twin

though he was born fraternal

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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