They bought you with words. "Family". You couldn't feel it, but it lived in your thoughts, a fantasy.
They bought you with lies. "Family". You couldn't touch the warmth and you became cold but it lived in your thoughts, your fantasy, and so you moved to keep warm.
They bought you with "WORDS", "FAMILY". You couldn't feel it, you thought because you were numb to it, but surely it was there and not only in your thoughts, your fantasies.
They bought you with "LIES". "FAMILY". You couldn't feel it, you were dying, a slow and miserable death, chasing a dream played in your mind.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
At the time of this writing I had been reflecting on a lost friendship. A person who called me his brother. I was surprised at how easily it was for him to renounce our "Brotherhood" after a single disagreement. I was mostly disappointed at how little value being his brother all that time was worth to him.
If a friendship can be so easily dismissed, perhaps you were not friends at all or maybe you were his friend but he was not yours. Let it go and move on, I had to do that with my sister.
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