mon frère -3-

This night you send an arrow
to my chest
I didnt hate you, even you said
"I need you, sister"
while bleeding on the ground
I put my knife in your heart
slowly lifting up my eyes -
you looked to me with
mixed of gentleness, love
and hatred -
"I was yours, mon frere
but you were never mine."

© n.nour
....June 014