Poem I wrote for my brother who is now in jail
The last time I laughed for real was the last conversation we had together before you left
And I've laughed every day since then
So that's how I been
I'd give my vocal chord to see you again, it's not like I'm using them now anyways
Breathing isn't the same, the feeling of you leaving was equivalent to my lungs collapsing
Oh what'd I'd do tell you how my day went
My life doesn't seem to be progressing the same
It's been on pause since you said goodbye, I need you to come back and press play
My minds on autopilot
I want to be the pilot
But how can I navigate anything when you were the map?
I am lost
I am searching for the bread crumbs you left me, but it looks like they were hungry
Just like you were to get out the house, you left me
I, I wasn't a thought in your head, all you were thinking about was me, me, me
But I can't call you greedy because you've been through hell here
I know you would've told me to come if you could but now look where you got yourself
Walls.. all you're staring at are walls, just like the ones I built up isolating me from everyone who isn't you
I need to break through them, but how can I do this knowing that you won't be on the other side?
I never classified myself as clingy but watching you leave made me wonder why I didn't beg you to stay
Begging is for the weak, but us together empowered each other so I guess it's safe to say I can
So.. please.. come.. home.