Page 11 of Poetry of Flowers

can’t I message my brother without wanting something?

Me

no.

Nash

alright, you got me. I need money.

Me

ask Dad.

Nash

I don’t like our old man, you know that.

Just fifty more dollars.

I’ll pay you back, I promise.

Nash was one of those people with a hero complex. He always kept me safe; he always kept our sister safe.

Dad might have always been nice to his eldest son, but Nash still couldn’t stand him because of my relationship with our old man.

I respected that.

Me

I’ll send it.

Nash

I love you so much brother x

Me

stop sending me kisses you idiot.

Nash

x x x

Laughing to myself, I put my phone away. He was a pain in the ass but also one of my favorite people on earth.

Empty cup - January 5, 2019

All the faces I show,

feels like snow.

My mind so cold,

my feelings so old.

I miss my truth.

It must’ve disappeared

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