Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Day One Without You

Once upon a time.
I like how I got to watch someone else braid your hair.
And it hurt.
Hurt to watch you still blow me off.
I don't know what to tell you.

I really miss my brother.
Let's make up before I'm seventeen.
You promised me.
Don't break another promise.

2 comments:

  1. I would just like you to know...goal #1 is to knock sense into the boy. Happy early birthday.

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