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The way you looked at me
with every punch,
every kick
that I unwillingly threw your way
has never left me.
I remember
the fear and panic
in your dark brown eyes.
I remember
the tears
running down your face.
I remember
your eyebrows knitted together
in fear and worry
and I remember
the sobs
erupting from your small body,
the soft whimpers
escaping your slightly parted lips
while you tried to catch your breath
but still defend yourself
from me.
I was being gentle; I promise.
But the way you looked at me
made me think otherwise.
I didn’t want to fight you,
but there we were
in the ring
for four minutes of agony and suffering,
agony and suffering
for both of us.
I had no choice.
You know
that I would never intentionally hurt you.
You know that, right?
You know
that I love you.
You know that, right?
I love you.
I adore and treasure you.
And I would never
in a million years
dream of hurting you.
I’m so sorry.
And even though you’ve forgiven me,
I don’t think
that I could ever
forgive myself
because the memory of you in the ring,
with your teary eyes,
furrowed brows,
flushed cheeks,
and heaving shoulders
is permanently
etched into my brain.
I hope
that I will never do anything
that brings tears
to your beautiful brown eyes
ever again.
If I ever did again,
what kind of sister would I be?
- by Button Collector |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/01/2016 |
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- Title: To My Brother
- Artist: Button Collector
- Description: Something I wrote after an incident at taekwondo.
- Date: 06/01/2016
- Tags: brother regret taekwondo
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