A Strong WordA Poem by BlackbirdCaw!I live in a house with myself repeated. We all live together, our quantum lives buzzing, waiting for the ones who will look at us and see something worthwhile. They are like me, but I am their offspring. I am like them. I live in a house with myself, where I am really someone else. I hate them. I hate them for being me in the ways I’m not and all the ways I am. I hate myself. And they are like me. Different in the ways that don't matter and too similar to be comfortable. We are fakes in the face of company. Though maybe that’s when we choose to finally be real with each other. We are only a family when you are over. I had a friend who was like me. The hours I spent despising him melted the instant we embraced. He left and I still think about him. We are alike too, as I discovered in the letter he left. I hate him. I love him. I love him so much that I’ve wanted to punch his face in until he couldn’t see through the blood. I still do sometimes. I love him in the way that I would like to watch everyone he loves spit at his feet and curse his name. No one has. I love him to a painful death. He’s like me, and I want to hurt myself in ways that I don’t want to heal. Does he hate himself too? Does he dream of jumping for the last time? Flying like a bird? Singing a song in the dive towards the earth that never made us feel alive till we made a choice? I hope not. I hope so. If I’m alone, I will never get better. If I’m not, then someone else is not okay. I won’t listen, but please don’t stop talking to me. © 2023 BlackbirdReviews
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