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Author: Raven Aorla
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Drama/Angst - Reviews: 4 - Published: 03-18-08 - Updated: 03-18-08 - Complete - id:2490780

Gorrammit, brother

You’re an idiot

Once-burned goes firewalking

You justify your disapprovers when

You’re making hurt pictures in my head

Used to pretend you held me

When I was weak, when my beasties

Followed me home

But it doesn’t work, no, no

Because if you don’t protect yourself

How can you protect me?

You’re being

Such an idiot

Playing with guns when I’d take a bullet for you

Not cool, okay?

Thorough idiot

Till that beautiful smile shatters

Till some poison never leaves

I’ll find you strapped to tubes

Or to a bed

Or in a coffin

(Would it smell like your deodorant?

And would that smell forever

That smell which quiets me now

Make me weep?)

And DON’T even pretend

The beasties won’t find you

They took me, near killed me

And I was using the handrails!

Don’t give me more grief, boy

I love you too much to stand

You an idiot

Damaged idiot

Dead brother, dead brother, dead com-for-ta-dor

I don’t expect to

Change you

But know I say

CAUSE I LOVE YOU, DAMMIT

You’re an idiot

Who I can’t protect

From himself

Justify my defense

I saved my sister from killing

Herself all at once

But I can’t stop you

Killing yourself by inches

Gorrammit, brother

I’ve seen you smart but hardly wise.



© Copyright 2008 Raven Aorla (FictionPress ID:392042).


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