MyDearBrother

just another sad and angry man.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

Comfort in the trouble and trials,

Worlds rest on backs,

Flouting upon a turtle,

But I was raised by "angles"

Not animals.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

I've written in everyone else's voice,

I don't know what I'm saying any more.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

Really shit the bed with you,

I shouldn't have written a eulogy,

Past West Virginia,

Blue hills and green skies,

I'm hiding praying "God give me rest"

And here

I don't miss you like I should.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

This won't be a

"call me when you break up"

Call me when you wake up.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

This is poetry in 2025

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

I'm filled with porn,

I'm too gay to pray.

Fucked to the top,

LA haunts me.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

My boss will teach me how to be a good worker over a good man.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

I was hoping this wouldn't be,

Another gospel torn in shame,

Another alter dressed in smoke

Another Self-Sacrificial Temple Of Bullshit.

It's just a kiss,

I'm a distraction,

just on the sideline,

Fine with a good time.

But

I'm still...

tasting him...

"Like water, I could be the call girl,

I think he is a good guy, I'm wearing his boxers"

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

Scrub away old ash,

Years of bleeding the dead,

Water the grounds,

Brush away the ruins.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

We don't need another hospital,

Another god,

Another love.

We are alive.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

There I,

Fractioned myself,

Sorrow, sorrow, and depression.

Lost light replaced with dark dark,

Boiling under the kitchen tiles,

Beneath a body.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

I'm some yellow belly husk,

But at least I've found someone who grows sunflowers in me.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

Stumbling

over drinks

we speak

"we smuggled fear in our lungs for too long"

Ancient worries crowd our head, among the trees, the grass, beneath our finger nails where the dirt lays.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

Unwashed thoughts, it's another slip,

Another text, another poem, another hope.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

Steam, if we are flow,

We are fucked.

I guess I took "courting" too literally.

His month, already wrapped around another.

Goddamn we never stood a chance.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

I didn't know it was amateur hour.

[thefuriouslittlecinnamonbun]

I've felt,

Everything you said,

Was impossible to remove,

I tore out your anger from my chest,

You never had the guts.