Sibling
yellow walls,
your numb limbs became one with the sheets
the curtains are heavy with all of your sleepless nights
the discarded cigarette butts in the ashtray
carry the smell of your fingertips
and I feel helpless,
looking at you
and trying to inhale your distress
into my lungs
I wish I was your twin
so I could swallow you in the womb
then my heart would've been
shaped like you
you reek of pain and pills
but I can't get away from you
and when I look into your brown eyes I only see
the happy child you always used to be
