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It matters to me
I've spoke about my brother
and how much he means to me
but no one truly knows how much
it was me and him in those dark days
two kids trying to hang on
trying to make it out of home
we had each other
our sister was too grown for us
living her lie
forgetting we where there staying strong for ma
She didn't care
no one cared but us
that's it though
we have always been an us
the only person consistent in each other's lives
fighting for a life that was dark as hell
trying to make it bright
and we did
at his expense
now I will lose him
and then I will be nothing but that girl again
the one behind the door
looking for his pinky
and how much he means to me
but no one truly knows how much
it was me and him in those dark days
two kids trying to hang on
trying to make it out of home
we had each other
our sister was too grown for us
living her lie
forgetting we where there staying strong for ma
She didn't care
no one cared but us
that's it though
we have always been an us
the only person consistent in each other's lives
fighting for a life that was dark as hell
trying to make it bright
and we did
at his expense
now I will lose him
and then I will be nothing but that girl again
the one behind the door
looking for his pinky
Published 24th Oct 2013
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24th Oct 2013 11:36pm
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24th Oct 2013 11:50pm
25th Oct 2013 1:54pm
a pair of tough ones here(&there).
loss?
there's no permanence...nor permanent answers...
1000s of generations of Us have forged an untenable & more painful(than need be) existence with expectations(ala hubris) of OurSelfs being some direct reflection of Godswill.......no one to blame....just is...wee are our own folly
Be Here while wee can, 'let it be'
& let it go......
but I donknow from shit,&
that's okay too
25th Oct 2013 9:04pm
Gg this must have been a painful write for you.. I could feel the hurt pouring from the page.. hugs beautiful lady.. poignant write.. wishing you some peace Brenda
26th Oct 2013 00:20am
27th Oct 2013 4:08am
I can't tell you how much this one means to me.
'Looking for his pinky' and 'we have always been an us' especially.
I hope you get to keep holding on.
'Looking for his pinky' and 'we have always been an us' especially.
I hope you get to keep holding on.
27th Oct 2013 3:28pm
25th Nov 2013 10:43am
Quick typo note: "we where there staying strong" needs to be "we were there staying strong". Also, wondering why you used a capital for "She didn't care" when you didn't elsewhere?
That aside, am feeling where DystopianMelody is coming from: those two lines, "behind the door looking for his pinky" and "we have always been an us" are so evocative. My sister and I were always an 'us' - we'd be sat at the dinner table, and the press of our elbows together at exactly the same time in response to some comment, was a whole side conversation for us, when to speak would have meant a hiding. I'm glad you both experienced that closeness as children, when you needed it so badly. It's touching how you unashamedly place your young heart on the page.
That aside, am feeling where DystopianMelody is coming from: those two lines, "behind the door looking for his pinky" and "we have always been an us" are so evocative. My sister and I were always an 'us' - we'd be sat at the dinner table, and the press of our elbows together at exactly the same time in response to some comment, was a whole side conversation for us, when to speak would have meant a hiding. I'm glad you both experienced that closeness as children, when you needed it so badly. It's touching how you unashamedly place your young heart on the page.
