I stared at him with a youthful daze

Looking at him with an admiring gaze

Even though he’d only yell, “Get away!”

I’d still listen to everything he’d say

But as I grew older

One could say I got smarter

I started to fight back

No longer taking his crap

We began to drift apart

Yelling at each other was the morning start

Soon he taught me how to curse

So now I could give him my worse

I couldn’t stand the sight of him

I wanted to tear him apart limb by limb

He embarrasses me in front of my friends

Sometimes I believe his torture will never end!

Sure, sometimes he has his moment

Mother would call it his atonement

That he was trying to protect me

But then he’d go back to tormenting me

I’d wait patiently for him to move away

College boarding where he’ll stay

He’d pack up his things in to his car

Smiling as he told me he’d go far

He was now gone, no longer by my side

His room, empty from what used to be inside

I no longer scream all day

Instead I wonder why I feel this way

He was finally out of my life

His words no longer cutting me like a knife

So why is it, I look at pictures of me and him?

Is it really possible that I miss him?

Father said I matured at last

But really not that fast

He said my brother realized this long ago

He loved more than I could know

This came as a shock as you can tell

My brother could act very well

But really now I knew

That inside, I loved him too

Now twenty years later, and twenty years older

I visit my brother over and over

We are very close

No longer at each other’s throats

You could say we’ve seen the light

And have finally stopped the fight

We are siblings

And that’s how we’ll stay on living

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At first this started as something mean for my big brother because he drives me crazy! He asks me for favors constantly and we fight once everyday! But I really do care about the big idiot and I realize that more and more. Sure we have our differences but we also have our similarities. I laugh with him a lot and if one just forgets that amount of times I call him an ass, well then we’re getting somewhere! Currently I’m still technically in my teens so I still have a lot more years to see if we’ll get closer. But I believe really that every pair of brothers and sisters have this problem and later it’ll get better. So this is for all siblings big brothers and sisters. And if you have a sister just change he and him into she and her.

Note: I stink at poem so sorry if this one sucked.