I heard you were here when I was a baby too.
You left much before I could tell or had any say about you coming into our lives. Our mom thought of me over you, lil Man and thought of how I could be neglected since I was just 6 months old when she got to know of you.
so yes, I am more important to her than you :P
I don't know you, yet I know you so much. I sometimes think of you with light brown hair and deep brown eyes, slightly plump and very tall. Much taller than Dad by now. Your bike that dad probably hates and your guts that I can't stand. Your girlfriend thats clearly not into you but you don't listen to me or Big Sis or mom. You think shes HOT af. I think she needs a nose job. As usual, Dad is really not bothered about your dumb love life. He thinks you need to chill out. You are a Photographer and you work with a Travel Magazine. You travel all the time and I am so jealous. You send pictures all day while I'm at court and you tease me out with all the cusses possible. You and Big sis are both away and I am always the centre of attention for ma and pa.
I miss you both but don't say it because like hello? Who the heck misses their dumbass siblings. Thats like against the laws of siblinghood idiot.
You come home in the winter because you hate Delhi Summers. Mom doesn't know but I do.
She cries at the door and dad hugs you tight and pats your back at least 5 times and you take pride in it.
You get me a really ugly T shirt thats twice my size now and I tell you what a Bastard Brother I have. You tell me that you had no idea about my drastic weight loss and that I still look ugly.
I use that t shirt as a night tee.
You got mom the most beautiful earrings and dad some expensive wine.
Nani calls and you tell her how much you missed her. You meet her and all the lil sisters there pounce on you. You got everyone something and most of it is trashy. You treat all your sisters like some sidekicks. We hate you but We still love you.
I am crying and you ask me WTF is wrong with you idiot. I ask you to fuck off. You don't. You know whats wrong. You call my boyfriend and talk some sense. You get to know that I have cussed him first and he cussed back and now i am crying. You ask me to behave myself and ask him to handle me better. You tell us to respect each other or else let go.
My boyfriend thinks you are rather cool. You think my boyfriend is in love with me but wonder how someone can love me. But deep down you're proud.
I miss you and I dont even know you.
I miss you and i don't even have you.
You left much before I could tell or had any say about you coming into our lives. Our mom thought of me over you, lil Man and thought of how I could be neglected since I was just 6 months old when she got to know of you.
so yes, I am more important to her than you :P
I don't know you, yet I know you so much. I sometimes think of you with light brown hair and deep brown eyes, slightly plump and very tall. Much taller than Dad by now. Your bike that dad probably hates and your guts that I can't stand. Your girlfriend thats clearly not into you but you don't listen to me or Big Sis or mom. You think shes HOT af. I think she needs a nose job. As usual, Dad is really not bothered about your dumb love life. He thinks you need to chill out. You are a Photographer and you work with a Travel Magazine. You travel all the time and I am so jealous. You send pictures all day while I'm at court and you tease me out with all the cusses possible. You and Big sis are both away and I am always the centre of attention for ma and pa.
I miss you both but don't say it because like hello? Who the heck misses their dumbass siblings. Thats like against the laws of siblinghood idiot.
You come home in the winter because you hate Delhi Summers. Mom doesn't know but I do.
She cries at the door and dad hugs you tight and pats your back at least 5 times and you take pride in it.
You get me a really ugly T shirt thats twice my size now and I tell you what a Bastard Brother I have. You tell me that you had no idea about my drastic weight loss and that I still look ugly.
I use that t shirt as a night tee.
You got mom the most beautiful earrings and dad some expensive wine.
Nani calls and you tell her how much you missed her. You meet her and all the lil sisters there pounce on you. You got everyone something and most of it is trashy. You treat all your sisters like some sidekicks. We hate you but We still love you.
I am crying and you ask me WTF is wrong with you idiot. I ask you to fuck off. You don't. You know whats wrong. You call my boyfriend and talk some sense. You get to know that I have cussed him first and he cussed back and now i am crying. You ask me to behave myself and ask him to handle me better. You tell us to respect each other or else let go.
My boyfriend thinks you are rather cool. You think my boyfriend is in love with me but wonder how someone can love me. But deep down you're proud.
I miss you and I dont even know you.
I miss you and i don't even have you.
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