The Best Sort Of Accident

“You messaged me out of the blue.
I wasn’t looking for anyone,
In fact I was too busy running from someone else,
But I slowed down enough to reply
You slowly became my good morning text,
My drunken phone call,
My tearful FaceTime when work had wrung me out like a dirty tea towel,
And you were there,


Big Brother <3

I wish i could paint pictures with the words you speak to me and show you the beautiful mural that lives on my memories, a soft glow of positivity given life by your voice and burns like the sun. When my mind fades to black you turn the light on and i know this life isn’t always fun for you either and you wish you could hug me all through the night but the thing about battles is that they are easier to fight when you have someone. I’ll be your sidekick the red to your green the robin to your bats, and we’ll make it out sometime. Some people aren’t born related by blood they happen to find each other when god hurts them enough and he tosses them together and leaves it up to them to make a connection. You mean more to me then a few strands of DNA and blood could say your the family I choose and trust to stay, your the one that if you need me well i’ll come running. So when the night threatens those eyes that shine when you smile look back on the days that made you laugh look at these words that will live forever in the future and the past give or take a few years i’ll be a room down the hall or the house down the block. Till then take pleasure in what few older brother’s have and thats called privacy because once i’m there with you, there wont be any way to get rid of me. ❤