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You hate that I wear your shirts Specifically the ones that you got from being in the marines Its just I don't know you I never really did So I wear your shirts because you've worn them And I was hoping that the fibers would tell me who you were The woven strands would tell me about your personality The dyes would tell me about your past A history written in cloth The folded crisped sleeves Telling me about what happened in the past ten years of not talking to each other You see I **** at talking about what I'm feeling The only proper way I can is spilling it through the tip of a pen Or pouring it into a keyboard I'm slowly reminded that your shirts don't take on a condescending tone Telling me that I'm just a kid Part of me was hoping that Some kind of weird information transfer would happen Your shirt and I would swap information So the next time you put it on (If I hadn't taken it with me) Everything I've been through would swap into your head and be processed And you'd stop calling me a little kid and you'd realize that I **** at showing emotions and that you aren't a brother to me You're a stranger And you left When you did I had to grow up because you were the first to go Ten years ago you left and I don't hold anything against you because I don't know you And my earlier memories are always swirling eddies A fogged shower mirror that I can never make out You left and when you did you left a child behind Someone who still had chimed belled laughter Will o the wisps smiles Someone who treaded on pearl ingrained feet But those pearls began to sink in and cut Only to become blood rubies Unforgivingly beautiful And seductively painful I walked back into your life on those ruby kissed feet   I stood a little taller My shoulders a little broader My face a bit more graced with age Hi I'm your slightly older younger sister How have you faired these past ten years?
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
To My Brother
You hate that I wear your shirts Specifically the ones that you got from being in the marines Its just I don't know you I never really did So I wear your shirts because you've worn them And I was hoping that the fibers would tell me who you were The woven strands would tell me about your personality The dyes would tell me about your past A history written in cloth The folded crisped sleeves Telling me about what happened in the past ten years of not talking to each other You see I **** at talking about what I'm feeling The only proper way I can is spilling it through the tip of a pen Or pouring it into a keyboard I'm slowly reminded that your shirts don't take on a condescending tone Telling me that I'm just a kid Part of me was hoping that Some kind of weird information transfer would happen Your shirt and I would swap information So the next time you put it on (If I hadn't taken it with me) Everything I've been through would swap into your head and be processed And you'd stop calling me a little kid and you'd realize that I **** at showing emotions and that you aren't a brother to me You're a stranger And you left When you did I had to grow up because you were the first to go Ten years ago you left and I don't hold anything against you because I don't know you And my earlier memories are always swirling eddies A fogged shower mirror that I can never make out You left and when you did you left a child behind Someone who still had chimed belled laughter Will o the wisps smiles Someone who treaded on pearl ingrained feet But those pearls began to sink in and cut Only to become blood rubies Unforgivingly beautiful And seductively painful I walked back into your life on those ruby kissed feet   I stood a little taller My shoulders a little broader My face a bit more graced with age Hi I'm your slightly older younger sister How have you faired these past ten years?
Elizz
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
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