Under My Sofa

Siblings

You deface my belongings with Dora the Explorer plasters
We argue over who is the fastest
To eat dinner and wash the plates
And if we smash a few, it's my mistake

I covered your bedroom in toilet roll
Then to clean it I made your sign over your soul
In crayon onto a sheet of printer paper
That you split OJ over later

You ripped open my beanbag but before I could blow
You claimed the polystyrene filling looked like snow
Tossed a handful into my hair
And charged it remained suspended there

If I upset you, you won't get a kiss or a hug
Just an attempt to escape the hole I dug
An offer to do something that you choose
It's guilt that I only express by the choice to lose

Affection isn't used when it should fit
Because we've been raised to suppress it
But that doesn't mean we're not a team
We're closer than it might outwardly seem

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I actually wrote this a couple of years ago, but I was looking over it and it still seems relevant, so here you go.

Perhaps a bit more literal than my usual poems, but I think it gets across the point well.

Thank you for your support, and have an awesome day.

Alex xxx