Brothers

By , Shelbyville, KY
Love and hate does not explain
All the hurt and the pain
And the rush, in the main -
Mix in tears and the drain.

Loving each other
Sometimes, simply, just means
You hold back great anger
That bursts at the seams.

You say that you'll kill me
If I do that again.
I whisper, "I hate you,"
A thought deep within.

But really I love you
And know you love me
In that weird, whacky way
That shows what it means

To be brothers.





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