Is It Love? Poem by Dez Clark

I'm blessed with two brothers
From birth, I must say
But there is two other guys
Which my side they'll never stray.

One's name is imperfect,
He's extreme, there's no doubt
So all he ever does
Is fight, screa, and shout.

The other one is Perfect.
He's almost sweet as sin.
He's gorgeous, thoughtful, and caring,
But his emotions he hides within.

For a long time this was my family,
My brothers, my buds, my life
But I've been feeling a new connection
Towards one in particular, this isn't a lie.
I guess I'll do the same as always,
Fall too hard and tell him everything
Then he will soon reject me
Finally, I shall have nothing...