Suicide by the book
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We were in love
as brothers, not lovers
as close as two men can be
We tangled with Kerouac
Thoreau was my hero
but you got lost in Hemingway.
And I hate
that
we played “what if” games with death,
I always saw her as a mistress
but you kept longing for a wife
And I hate
that
I saw no signs of intention
I mistook your dark circles of promise
for my casual shadows on life
And I hate
that
death slipped in your veins like a thin thief
I have spent hours in cold grief
missing your Hemingway heart.
as brothers, not lovers
as close as two men can be
We tangled with Kerouac
Thoreau was my hero
but you got lost in Hemingway.
And I hate
that
we played “what if” games with death,
I always saw her as a mistress
but you kept longing for a wife
And I hate
that
I saw no signs of intention
I mistook your dark circles of promise
for my casual shadows on life
And I hate
that
death slipped in your veins like a thin thief
I have spent hours in cold grief
missing your Hemingway heart.
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reminds me of one of my brothers who left this world a few years ago,
he was very sick for alot of his life.
having 2 brothers is the best thing I have ever known.
even tho 1 is gone, it is still us 3 brothers forever.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce