*The thought kept going through my head so I wrote a poem. Hope this is better than other attepts.*
He said, “I love you.”
I answered, “I hate you.”
Now, look at him now,
His ideals are different.
Loving boys is his thing,
Staring after him is mine.
Everyone changes,
Even I.
My love grew for him,
As his for me dwindled.
He chases after another,
As I stand by his side.
He pushes me away,
As I accept him.
Now I say, “I am sorry, brother.”
My head bent, starting to cry.
He turns to me,
“It’s fine little sibling,” He says with a smile.
My heart melts with joy,
For my brother’s smile.
Not seeing for so long,
Can put perspective to different angles.
