Not Always Blood
Not Always Blood
It was a childhood crush a long time ago; as a teenage girl you know; you just know.
I treated him as a little brother, such a little cutie, still a boy to me though.
Haven't seen him in three decades but he's like family
Whenever I think of him or his name resurfaces, a warm memory
He requested a messenger chat on social media which I happily accepted not long ago
Not an awkward moment, it was like time had stood still the conversation flow
He revealed "I had a crush on you just want you to know"
"I already knew, I thought it was sweet"
His manner took on a serious tone he said "It's been too long maybe we should meet"
My crush has never gone away, you're in my heart and on my mind
You are still sexy and oh so fine, I’m happy I connected with you face time.”
Words a woman like to hear, it really got my heart to flutter.
But common sense took over and I kept repeating “You are my brother.”
To which he responded “My sister tells me you belong to no other,
Just stop by; we can just chill, we won‘t do anything you don‘t want to.”
Jokingly, “My darling little brother am I going to have to fight you?”
“I am a child no more but a grown man and would never do you harm.
When you were my brother’s fiancée and he hit you I wanted to break his arm.
I hated him for having a good woman who he never treated well
I can’t forget and have never forgiven him for putting you through hell.”
My son stopped by to visit, walking in he hadn’t a clue
He goes to the table and hears from my laptop, “Long time no see Nephew?”
It’s been a couple of weeks, he’s invaded my dreams, I can’t get him off of my mind
On my way to visit a one time childhood crush, now a grown man and mine, all mine.
Copyright © karen johnson | Year Posted 2016
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