Austin
His eyes are as deep as a crater and his words are like ice.
He is a poets lover and also my brother.I hate him and love him just the same.
He looks at the unrecognized and gives them a name.
He needs his mother but he knows more than he admits. If he doesn't get what he wants he'll throw a fit.
He understands much, but has a lot to learn. A step out of line and his life will take a turn.
His comments have a fiery burn to my mind and poisons my blood making me lose control.
His presence annoys me the way that he messes with me.
I am not his sister. I am a toy with a mind that he can manipulate for his benefit.
He may be younger, but he takes control of all things I do not know and he uses it against me.
But I am strong. I have a song that must be sung and I will catch him when he's most vulnerable.
I will take his mind and smash it to pieces. I will break the bones in his body and let him whimper in pain.
I will carry him to mother and be sure to take the blame.
I'll take what he's stolen from me and claim my territory.The leader has fallen. Victory is mine.
Copyright © Samantha Buss | Year Posted 2013
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