We were young
Really young
And I didn't know
what would happen to us,
one year, two years,
many years later.
And still, even at this age, I do not know.
Uncertain, hopeful, anxious, confused.
I know it won't be easy,
I know you won't be easy.
Punch the middle of my heart, shatter it all, then mend the corners
and as I begin to think that everything will be okay,
more punches are thrown,
more of this process repeated.
I don't understand,
but then again I try to,
I really do
You just can't see it,
you really can't.
Do you know me?
Do you know yourself?
Do you know what you need?
I don't think you do.
If you did we wouldn't be here today.
If you did the apples wouldn't be so hard to reach.
If only you could help me climb that apple tree.
Because dear brother, I cannot climb.
And I know you cannot either,
but would it be too much to ask for you to lift me upon your shoulders,
and just tip toe,
only a little,
so I could reach the red fruit, the color on it similar to the liquid of our bond?
But don't you worry,
I am kind of heavy,
but you probably won't realize it, because you have not yet learned of the extra baggage on my shoulders.
You are unaware of my problems, of your mother's and your father's.
Correction: Our.
Our mother. Out father.
Us.
[~S~]
11:20 pm 7/25/2015
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