It's tough, you know
Not having you around
To work on cases
Without other sounds
No one to roll their eyes
At my bad taste puns
Or to split the work with
And share the fun
No one to annoy constantly
With my little whims
Or share the pride with
Whenever we both win
But it's not just that
I miss having you with me
'Cause you're my little brother
No matter what may be
And I know that I lied
But I don't like lying to you
It's hard on me even
If it's the right thing to do
I guess it's just me, I guess
I'm just having trouble
With trusting again
Back up on the double
What I did felt right
But that don't mean it was easy
It stays with you, you know?
And it weighs, I'm guilty
I was just trying to protect
Don't want anyone else under dirt
Lessen the wreckage we cause
Make sure no one gets hurt
But I'm trying to escape
And I'm climbing walls
Without you to catch me
When I trip up and fall
Hell I'll try, I really freaking will
If you want me to change
Gotta learn to trust again
If I wanna survive this game
Still, you saw through me
Through the way that I act
And honestly, I'm just happy
Sammy, to have you back.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
