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?
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
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?
