Come Home Poem by Jazzy Thomson

She stole him from me and i hate her for it. He says he loves her and i hope its just a phase. He talks about children, about a son or daughter, or for me, a neice or nephue. Me, an aunt, at 14, its too early. I hate that he loves her, loves her more than me, more than us, his own family. I havnt seen him in over a month and i blame her. I cry every night he doesnt come home. Home.. Where is that now? Away from all his friends and family that love him more than anything? Apparently. I miss him more than id miss my own heart if it were to be lost. Hes MY brohter, SHE stole him from me and i want him back! ! I love you Jake. Please come home.