4 a.m

brother

to my brother;

i notice you know, when you're sad, when you're happy when you're feeling empty.

maybe because i'm all too familiar with those feelings.

i notice things you think i may not, like the faint scratches where a watch should sit.

i know i'm not always a good sister, and you're not always a good brother.

but you're my little (big) brother and i will always stand by your side when things get rough,

that i promise you.

you're dragged into everything in this house, as am i.

we're too young too see this sort of thing.

we shouldn't have too see mum cry so often.

i try to shield you from it all, but you reflect my shield.

i guess i'd do the same