His eyes were dark.
Filled with unknown answers and I had a million questions.
These eyes I remembered so soft like a Childs.
Pure and inspirational.
I cringed for him because his eyes reminded me of my pain.
His same routines became tiresome.
Never knowing how to make amends with trust.
Falling backwards blindfolded in hopes someone will catch
you.
I gave you a parachute.
Words to help you stay flying until you found your way back
home.
He told me his ‘flight was shackles coated in fear that give
way to our deepest pains.
Maintained that distance because the heart hurt more than he
smiled.
My brother’s smile was like receiving a piece of heaven.
We all have our childlike insecurities.
We never kept secrets because we were afraid of the lies.
Lies that would creep around in the night leaving you
sleepless.
Punished because you weren’t afraid of being honest.
I never understood why you would disappear for so long.
Unknown questions I didn’t care to know the answers to
You were back.
Broken but fixable.
Angry with anyone that ever hurt you. But I always had a
forgiving heart.
Ready on the front lines if anyone dare to strike bullets at
you.
Protecting our friendship so you would never be broken to no
return.
Standing ready because you were not alone.
Reaching out, looking past the smoke and debris the only
person around was me.
Retracing our child memories again my brother had left me.
Alone…. so I chose my battles carefully.
Still defending…
For I had love for
you.
I was always older, but you were bigger so I knew I would be
protected.
Another loved one gone.
Unknown reasons, that no longer mattered.
I was real, my intentions never to draw weapons because I only
knew how to love.
Thriving off inspiration to have it sucked out of me.
Fallen tears, because I never learn my lesson.
No words, no goodbyes, or amends.
Tossing because I’ve lost another friend.
Closing my eyes I could pretend nothing ever happened.
Wish on falling stars that I would have maintained my
distance.
Loss of a brother will be another pain I have to swallow.
Another needle drawn to my skin.
Never having the chance to tell him my story because he was
gone.
Our stories will never fade.
Always making them permanent in case my memory fades.
Our circumstance was a mire image of bad timing.
Falling was never an option
Just a free fall until your feet touched the ground.
Searching for a piece of sanity
My words were only to keep your head above water.
Never to let you drown.
We hide our scars because weakness is not an option.
Tuck them in quiet places so they will never remind us that
we can still bleed.
Hearts broken just to walk barefoot on broken glass.
Liable to bleed without ever seeing the cut.
My cuts are always hidden.
Covered away for a rainy day.
Just to sit and write melancholy writings.
Smiling but my lips always go numb.
Pretty insecurities have become consistent.
No one there when I scrap my knee.
Sorry’s merely are unsecured bandages.
Falling off when it rains.
To take the time to see why I have even fallen
Is apparently insane
A true apology from anyone. Is just screaming in vain.
