Unblood Brother

it wasn't my dad who
took me out and tossed a ball.
it wasn't my own brother
who pushed me on the swings.
it was my unblood brother,
born of 2 different parents,
who taught me how to punch.
he stood by me while i got smashing drunk
because a boy had shattered my heart.
he gave me the bag of candy
when PMS kicked in and
watched the chick flick while
i cried.
he gave me a hug
when i was down,
handed me cold drugs before
i coughed up my lungs.
there was nothing more,
no matter the whispers.
it was a love better
than a relationship.
it was pure sibling love,
between the unblooded.