Sunday, February 13, 2011

An unsent poem/letter

“Damn it Abigail”
you say but,
I am not your child
You have no right to scold me
We might be bound by blood
But that gives you no right.
You don’t even live with me
You are a distant stranger in my life
I try and talk to you,
But you always refuse my company.
Why do you do such things?
What did I do to you?
Do I really deserve what you dish out?
Do you even realize, I am your sister?
I use to idolize you,
I just didn’t show it.
Maybe I was wrong in doing that
It feels too late to change how the future will end up
I really want you to be in my life
But I don’t want a person who tears me down
I want someone who will build me up.
And you just don’t do that.
Every time you speak to me
It’s always hurtful and I cry.
Choose your words carefully
You do not know if they we be the last between us.
I love you, but do you love me?
I miss you but you are too busy to see it
It hurts so much to know I have friends
 who would be there for me before you would
It really hurts.
Please do not leave me here
in a puddle of my tears.
I just don’t know what to do.

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