Lit
When had it begun; how did I miss it?
Why were these feelings lit?
From the British Empire at its height
Incomparable in land and might
I had softened for a child
Running in a field so green and wild
He'd opened in me something I'd never known
Given me something I'd never thought I'd come to own
I'd sail to see him as often as I could
Crossing the Atlantic to where my angel stood
A treasure far more valuable than any to me
Alas, it seems brothers we weren't meant to be
Before I knew it, he quickly grew tall
He'd effectively surprised me in the hall
Before I knew it, at me he pointed his gun
The day when clouds covered up the sun
On that same field where we'd first met
I knew he wouldn't shoot, his face pale and wet
Still he'd given me a wound nothing can soothe
He's developed his country well despite his youth
It hurts but it's good for him, I suppose
Though his ego's big, he's grown into a fine rose
Right now we might be 'friends' and allies
But when will we next say our goodbyes?
So I will continue to repress this traitorous heart
Else it'd shatter again when next we part
He is an idiot, he is a nosy, well-meaning git
But there's no doubt these feelings are still lit
Smile
What drew me in towards him?
To this day I still don't know why on a whim
I wanted to cheer him up so bad
When he suddenly looked so sad
He told me not to call him Big Brother
It was fine with his given name and no other
He was kind and dazzling as far as I could see
Just being with him made me inexplicably happy
But he had people who needed him back
Angry and lonely, I disliked seeing him pack
He went away often, he came back often
He'd given me all that I was interested in
But then, it wasn't enough anymore
When had things become different from before?
As I grew up, people on my soil had more to pursue
Taxes, Representation, Government… my people needed me too
On that raining day, he wasn't shining or smiling
I demanded my Independence, not all bargaining
I'd raised my rifle, but it was merely a façade
He knew too and charged forward with a nod
Strangely, it was fine if I was shot, if it was by him
But he didn't as he crumbled, so small and slim
The world is changing and so am I
But deep beneath my heroic self is a pain I can't deny
The cause of it sees illusions and is bad at cooking
He's sarcastic, spirited, fearless, and dazzling
Even as times continue to go by, I still remember
I love seeing him smile, now, then, and forever.
