Bottle caps. She chews on bottle caps when she's nervous. Has me acting like a fool on purpose. For a grin or a laugh it's worth it. And I know she ain't perfect.
She chain smokes. The way she inhales makes me crave an addiction. I'm looking too close.(That's not an admission.) Should I look away? Need to make a decision.
She looks great in sweats. And in oversized tees. When her eyes catch the sun, or her voice sings along, makes you weak in the knees. But that's not what she needs.
See, I'm better at friends. And I'm good for a laugh. I'm a shoulder to lean on, I'm an ear to listen, but no more than that. No. No more than that.
And I ne
I gave the first piece of myself away at birth. I shared my whole universe for 9 months with a sister I would never grow old with. We don't talk of her often, but on days where everything is crashing down I miss her.
I was raised in a hard home. There was love. There was sadness. We didn't have much. But I was raised to share the little we did have with those who had it worse. And to remember that there's always those who have it worse.
I gave the second piece of myself away to my family. To a mother, flawed, but fierce in her love for her family. An older brother, so scared of the world around him, but who would don the cape to protect me