by Gloria Pickens

Created on: October 04, 2009

And a heart shall endure no more without the presence of its blood. The savior departs and heartbeats are scarce. Love me, brother. My saline tears beg for forgiveness for whatever purpose it may serve. If your heart lay broken by my hands I am forever sorry. Hold my apology and embrace it forever for I love you. You stood by my side when the world fled and left me to crumble into my own demise. You held my hand when I was afraid. Deny me to your friends but whisper your love into my heart: The acts of a thousand brothers, except for you. You deny me to your friends and whisper nothing to me. No words to prove your care, only the actions to prove otherwise. You have your life and I have mine, but always know that you are a massive part of mine and I can only hope to one day be a small piece of yours. My words to you are passionate and real, your words to me are silent and empty and only exist in a world other than ours. You are my brother only by flesh and blood; our hearts do not beat into the same family. My love for you is unconditional and could climb mountains alone. Your love for me may not even survive. Is it that you are too prideful to admit that you care about your sister? That you love your family? My heart cracks with every word you don't say. I'll announce to the world that you are mine but you'll only whisper into the vacant darkness that I am yours. My tears are calling to you tonight do you hear them? Do these words reach you and your soul? You were never a role model to me, you would never let yourself become something so close to me. Does your chest hurt the way mine does? Do the shattered pieces of your heart stab into your flesh like mine do? And a heart shall endure no more without the presence of its blood.

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