My Brother

my brother is not a hugger but when i sobbed on his bed over something they said he was the last to let go my brother doesn't say i love you but when i struggle with a jar or a rapper he laughs and says “gimme” and opens it without sparing me a glance my brother likes to tease me but he drove 45 minutes to see me he makes fun of me being crazy but in the hospital he snuck a piece of paper in my hands that meant all the world to me he’ll say my hair is a bird nest while gently brushing it out he’ll call me an ogre while fixing my makeup he makes fun of my 80s playlist but on my 17th birthday he gave me a crown and called me a dancing queen he loves in quieter ways in tiny but grand gestures and once you look you find them sprinkled everywhere and there aren't any words to match how much i love him too