April 23, 2012

My brother is in the hospital again.
You don’t care, (ignorance is no excuse)
and I wonder if you ever did. You said/
wrote/whispered things that led me
to concede trust, but,
after that lie, how can I believe?

Remain in the dark then, and my middle
friend will say something I keep to myself,
suffering in a sure-to-be-hard bed, not so
close to dead this time,
still, it frightens me, and you don’t care,
(you don’t know).

And I’m traveling in circles. Whispers from
those pretty-perfect lips and you don’t care,
you don’t dare call me, even if you knew,
you wouldn’t dare.

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