Apr 2018
I miss you,
But I know you don't.
I wish you would,
But I know you won't.
I miss your (pained) smile,
And the way that you walked.
The way you (never) really,
Listened when I talked.
I miss the words your said,
Your advice I would (never) need.
How when we walked,
You would always (make me) lead.
I miss the way you (didn't) acknowledge me,
How you were always three steps ahead.
The way you would (never) hug me,
No matter what I said.
I miss you,
And I will forever.
It's ok if you forget me,
As I know our bond will never sever.
But I know you don't.
I wish you would,
But I know you won't.
I miss your (pained) smile,
And the way that you walked.
The way you (never) really,
Listened when I talked.
I miss the words your said,
Your advice I would (never) need.
How when we walked,
You would always (make me) lead.
I miss the way you (didn't) acknowledge me,
How you were always three steps ahead.
The way you would (never) hug me,
No matter what I said.
I miss you,
And I will forever.
It's ok if you forget me,
As I know our bond will never sever.
Ever since I was 7 my older brother has suffered from a type of OCD that is contamination oriented and unfortunately their OCD sees me as the source of the contamination. Because of this I have not been able to see my brother or have contact with them for over 2 years and even before that we had a very strained relationship. This poem is about the feeling of both loving and hating someone but still missing them for both reasons.
