Elucidating Questions

Of the two yet sleeping twins.

Well, not any fucking more. I was never whole to begin with, I was always in pieces.

You think feeling like you’re the one left behind is allowed. Incorrect. I don’t dance. I don’t sing. I don’t do much else, other than fuck up everything

Because I like to. And I’ve only ever loved,

One person. This is a fun game of make them fall again and again and again. Too bad…

So this angry person who would kill for the other,

The killer of mother step father and the hater of any that touch his brother.

So commissary, interesting, the angry man.

Some people like the bad guy, before they know what they’ve done,

Some people like the bad guy regardless.

The quiet narrator, who never made a move because all of the abuse made the movements just feel too much

And the one who makes every move, that always shows up at the door.

Still writing these stories and missing the family he once had.

After all, someone I created in the past,

Or someones split in half,

The silent soldier,

And the loudest protector.

Taken away, the silent has no voice,

This split of being,

In these two.