We are cousins
Related by blood
Growing up
Together
Like
Siblings.

But we are cousins
And cousins don't get jealous
Cousins don't cry
When the other
Loves another.

However we are cousins
And everything is wrong
You crave for the wrong
And I dread the fulfillment
From the sins
We are
Committing.  

"We are cousins, right?"

You say sweetly to me
We lay in bed together
Hands intertwined
Under the darkness
And the comfort
Of the thick blanket.

I say nothing
Uncurling my fingers from yours
I turn to
Face away
And shut my eyes.

It was dark
It was quiet
Yet it felt so bright
So noisy
Under the uncomfortable
Silence.

You say nothing to me
And wrap your arms around me.

I flinch.

A sweet whisper
Flows into my ears
Sweeter than any other

Simple words
Simple meanings
Time passes
New meanings.

Wrong meanings.

The hidden bitterness
Starts to show
I shake
Uncontrollably

I had no words to say
To the words you had
We are cousins
Relishing in our sins.

You, who wanted this to go on
I, who wanted this to all end.

You, whom I cared for so much because I watched you grow.
I, whom you needed wrongly and mistakingly.

*"I love you."

So maybe I am a little
          Crooked.
In the wrong and right places.
But nothing really
          Matters
When it comes to that.
Because when a young isn't crooked
That's the time when life becomes
          Fair.

cobalt blue meets crimson red
one a pair, the other dead
unblinking eyes eye blank ones
currently living meets living once.

different emotions, strong urges
touch the body with careful smudges
blue meets red excitingly
one quiet, one laughing happily.

different candies rest in a jar
they were stuck together, never afar
though different in colors and sizes
to all, each were their own prizes.

yet no matter how close and unique they may be
all of them wanted the jar gone and to be free
to not be eaten and be able to roll away
just to live another day.

all the candies hated all those who ate them
yet treating them as a stone or an emblem
experiencing a betrayal bitter like no other
hence making them turn against each other.

different candies in a jar
represents us humans never afar
betraying and trusting our lives away
ruining each other everyday.

he wanted nothing more than her love
and she wanted nothing more than his demise
to him, she was god's dove
while for her, he was the product of the trashes' cries.

yet, she could not explain the feeling in her chest
as it constricted painfully and threateningly
when she saw him enter eternal rest
and he fell to ground, lifelessly.

maybe she didn't love him as much
or at all, even
but she would do anything to crunch
at the chance to enter heaven.

she would enter heaven to claim back trash
because no matter what she words she would say
he had more worth than any cash
as she longs for just one yesterday.

Paranoid.
                 Maybe he was a little.
Scars.      
                 That someone would find his.
Laughing.
                 While he was.
Crying.
                 When he was actually.
Dead.
                  And inside, he was more than.

She sits.
       Alone.
In the corner.
       Laughing.
As she read through the love letters.
       Unsent.
She never did.
        Regret.
Keeping them. She did regret.
        Not telling him.
That he was.
        More than perfect.
In her eyes, and he was truly.
        Worth It.