It’s great to live with a sibling they say.
The fights are just a form of love they say
They said a lot of things
They said that siblings as rebels would one day turn out to be best friends
I miss that kind of a sibling.
I have a brother, not a single child.
They say a sibling tries to pull you out of shit.
He has never known I was in shit.
They say a sibling helps to stay you sober
I am just sobbing being sober
I know this poem sucks
It just that I miss having a brother
And words are not making logic.
It’s just flushing out
My dear brother,
We have had fights, and a lot of hatred. I don’t know why you hated me or why I hated you. I love you and always have, that’s why I have and will always give the world to you. I’m sorry for not calling you, not talking to you. But I miss you, I terribly do. But face it; we have just gone through shit and to deal that I have no remedy. I don’t know how to fix things, but I just want to tell you that I want a brother, the usual caring big brother. Come back to me. Take me back.