Brother.

He's my brother.

My other half.

He's the jock.

He's the sporty one

with muscles and stuffs.

He's so selfish

and fucking demanding.

His hair so messy

like an eccentric artist.

He loves to get high,

loves to get drunk,

forcing me to hold his hair

while he's puking - hard.

Well, he can be calm and quiet - at times,

but he also has this urge

to be the center of attention.

He's always hungry

like a beast,

a werewolf and his full moon

He's one manipulative jerk,

he comes into my head

speaks inside my head

as if he's taking over the control

of my mind

of my body,

no - not my soul - he can't.

He loves to stand there

looking tall and shit,

so conceited,

smirking - feeling smug.

But still, seems like everyone loves him,

I can't find the reasons why.

One day he told me,

"I'm satisfaction guaranteed, baby."

I zipped him up.