10:53 pm.
Easter.
Today was Easter.
You came over with my uncle for dinner.
Your purple Thailand Survior buff was wrapped around your head. Your hair has started to fall out.
You love your hair. Always styled perfectly, got it done every month.
Your clothes that were once filled with your solid, Italian frame now hang loosly around your bones.
You are so fragile now.
I know I'm watching you die.
You won't tell us that.
My mom won't tell me if you are going to get better. She's loosing hope too.
Your loosing hope.
I love you
<I can't finish this I'm sorry>
YOU ARE READING
In the Dark
PoetryI write poems when I can't sleep. I bleed my mind. These poems are unedited, and written in the dark. Some poems are free verse, and some I wrote with a clear rhyming pattern. In some poems, I tried. But I surprise my self sometimes.
