You push me when I'm in the way
You pull my hair in my dismay
But when I need you,
you just come out of the blue
A month just passed by
but it seems no other guy
will replace you, no matter what
Even though I call you little twat
My worst enemy is also my best friend
Even if our fights never seem to end
but then, our tie seem to tighten
I'm lucky you're the one I have gotten
Poem for April 29, 2013
For Ron Macalino, my brother who's gross but is a bigger badass than me.
I missed you, ugly faggot.
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