I Love My Brother But If He Doesnt Stop Stealing My Beanies Every Time I Go Home To Visit I Will Need To Enact Violence (affectionate) - Tumblr Posts

the last time i woke up in tears

was a dream that i’d had where you were no longer here

and your spot is empty

and i’m struck with the fear of always sitting alone in the back seat

it’s a grief that i’ve never known -

i’ve never lost someone so close,

but as dream and reality superimpose

i remember an alternate life spent alone.

my first memory is the day you were born:

the waratah jersey and the pigtails id worn

but mostly your face-

and now the nausea hits

i know your absence doesn’t really exist but will eventually

in big ways, for sure,

but also in ways just as small

as a concert without you or that gap on the wall where your height should be marked

(above me, because of course you became tall)

and eventually one of us will be the first to go

but before that day i’ll make sure you know that i love you

i love you

i love you

even when you steal my blurryface vinyl

and also my jewellery