To My Older Brother,
Nine years older, and yet somehow,
it feels like he never actually grew up.
He thinks he’s the funniest person alive
and honestly, sometimes, he might be
but mostly, he’s just loud, ridiculous, and impossible to ignore.
He has a special talent for showing up
exactly when I don’t want him to,
stealing my snacks, snatching the remote,
and making the dumbest jokes
that I swear I will never laugh at.
(Except sometimes, I do.)
He teases me like it’s his full-time job,
poking, taunting, never letting me forget
that he’s older, taller, and apparently,
Endlessly wiser.
(Which is debatable.)
But then, when things actually matter
when the day sucks,
when I need advice,
or when I just need someone to talk to
he’s there, like he always is.
Annoying? Absolutely.
Unbearable? Most days.
But would I trade him for anything?
Not a chance.
