To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Bitch // Jerk

"Alright, jerk"

"bitch" replied

nicknames of

love that slide

.

but sometimes

it is demeaning

and changes its

well meaning

.

when tempers

catch up and

emotional curs

show their pain

.

"you're bossy

and short"

"well you're bitchy"

he retorts

.

the complaints

air like salt

they could taste

every fault

.

they sass out

and they insult

they scream at

each other, curt

.

sometimes they

even lose faith

when one goes

evil in their trait

.

but they always

fight for the other

and they'll die

for their own brother

.

just trying to save

the other neck

"i don't want you

to be a train wreck"

.

and they'll hunt

together, always

laughing, waiting

for a smiling face

.

and they know each

other just like the back

of their scarred hands

personalities stacked

.

come what in their reality

no matter what they see

family, they'll always be

for the fun and tragedy

.

in sickness and health

heaven and down hell

weakness and strength

from age four till death

.

and he remembers

his childhood, though

not too happy times

but he was his hero

.

one took care of and

one looked up to him

and he looks back on

the very first time thing

.

in a broken-in house

one chose otherwise

a roadtrip that lasted

the rest of their lives

.

"goodnight, bitch"

he says with a smirk

he lies back, saying

"goodnight, jerk"

.

content with their life

a moment of peace

quite a strange sight

they cease and desist

.

and it won't matter now

if they bleed, argue, hurt

that's their day to day fare

all in a hunter's life work

.

two close brothers, for certain

in affectionate name-callings

he will always be a bitch, sure

but he will always be his jerk.