My heart knows that I miss you
My brain knows you aren't coming back
Sometimes I catch myself forgetting
Then the guilt is in competition with the sorrow
Is it so bad to want my big sister back
We didn't have a lot in common
Our conversations consisted of me bugging you
And you calling me a brat
I had a role to fill as the little sibling
I think I did it pretty well
I thought we'd have more time to know one another
We'd grow up and escape the chaos together
Now I'm working through the trauma
You were better with their drama
It occurs to me you were a victim too
I can see your face
I recall a few good moments
But I'm ashamed to say I can't hear your voice anymore
What if I lose it all
And the person I remember isn't you
My 20th was bad
Knowing from here on out I will be older than you ever got to be
You'll always be sister bear to me
I'll just live my life for two
Embrace my wild child to be a bit more like you
I know you aren't coming back
every reminder is like a heart attack
I don't think anyone who loved you is ever really moving on
I mean Jesus I did just right another song
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
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