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A Love Poem For My Sister: Aren't Her Initials Unfortunate?

By Jennifer DavidPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 2 min read
Top Story - June 2024
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I hate the way you touch me

Not because I find you repulsive

But because of the nasty way your cold clammy finger tips graze my skin

-

I hate the way you smell

Not because you have B.O

But because of the way your tree hugging vegan farts radiate across anyspace

-

I hate the way you talk

Not because of your voice

But simply because your corny jokes last for far too long

-

I hate the way you know

Not because you're smarter than me

But because you know my every weakness and use them against me

-

I hate the way you eat

Not because of the annoying way that you chew with your mouth open

But because of the way you eat a salad bowl of just potatoes and rice without gaining a single pound

-

I hate the way you breathe

Not because of the way you blow hot moist air into my ear with each juicy secret

But because of the way you choke on air when you uncontrollably laugh

-

I hate the way you dress

Not because you stole my dress before I took the tags off

But because of the freakin' pit stains I found when I took it back

-

I hate the way you're honest

Not because you tell me every unnecesary detail

But becasue of the way you honestly don't know when to shut the hell up

-

I hate the way you look at me

Not because you have four eyes

But because you see through my every scheme

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I hate

I hate

the way you

smell, talk, touch, know, breathe, and dress

Not because

I hate you

Not even because you annoy the crap out of me and take my shit

or

because of the way you laugh at my jokes and tell me secrets

but

because of the way, through all these things,

-

I love you

In honor of my sister's birthday this month, I decided to share the poem I wrote about her for a project in college. Maybe I'll post a serious one her actually bday! Anywho, I hope this made you smile and think about your loved ones. Maybe you could even imagine my 19 year old self scheming and burning away the midnight oil in my dorm room, laughin like a hyena. Happy Saturday! #June2024

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    Written by Jennifer David