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.