The perfect man I’ve always wanted
Perfect in so many ways
Older, taller, stronger, mature, military, handsome
We have petty little nicknames for each other
The time I get from you, I cherish
I think of our conversations, things we’ve said
And it makes me smile
I was upset and depressed, and you pulled me out
You may not have realized it, but you did
You are, in a way, my life savor

The man who is a brother
You watch over and protect me
Make sure I get home, watch my sickness
You like my friends and get along well with my parents
Those stupid trips to the store, you tag along
You are older, yet act younger, than my perfect man
The practical jokes have gone too far, and shows your immaturity
Our relationship we used to have, is gone now
You are, in a way, in my past