Come back

I miss you.
Not my lost love.
That’s been gone for some time.
Damn it.
You, my brother, and yes.
You have earned that name. Not born into it. Earned it.
You and I,
We’ve been to hell and back together.
We’ve circled the Earth eight times over.
Why?
Why would you do this?
I’m confused and hurt and nothing and worthless.
Tears and blood were shed for you.
Why?
I was there for your first breakup as you were there for mine.
I was there when you cried and there when you laughed.
Every damn step I took, you took with me.

So, please tell me.
And please stop.
Stop changing for the worst.
You’re better than this.
Your friend isn’t your friend anymore.
And I don’t mean myself.
Like I said, I’m your brother.
I’m your brother.
You’re mine too.

Please come back.