D and F

when he went to his first college holiday ever you said to your parents that they should’ve taken his pics off the wall

‘cause he probably died out of overdosing the rebelliousness with heavy alcohol 

or he moved to somewhere or to someone, anyway, the point was that he wasn’t returning at all

he always wanted to leave your family’s home

and it probably wasn’t his fault 

it was injected in his veins by some silly nurse in your local hospital, you know?

he was gone and he wasn’t returning at all

so you said they would better not wait for his call

and they better take his pics off the wall

but your father dismissed. 

your brother was the only kid he ever missed

and your mom was about to step in abyss. 

your brother was her only source of internal bliss  

he was sort of their golden boy

even though there were precious family things that he has destroyed 

he was sort of their little angel

they taught you you’d have to defend him from any kind of danger 

from the angry kids and drunk strangers 

to do everything you can to save his pink-golden wings

he was sort of their Alphabet prince 

you did all you could to satisfy your father 

you did all you should to not upset your mother 

but deep down you knew they would mourn for him all the time

even ‘tho they had another son and he was alright 

they mourned for him all their life

even ‘tho he was still alive 

when he came back from the holidays 

you did your best to make him stay

you loved him like a lover

you loved him like a brother 

you loved him like a mother 

you loved him like a brother
and out of this love

you cut his pink-golden wings off