Her
I sit her thinking and thinking about her,
Am I obsessing?
Am I crazy?
She most likely moves on while I stand here pondering what had brought me here
I think of what could have been,
Even though I know I shouldn’t dwell on it
I love her
She’s family
She was my light,
My older sister,
A shoulder to cry on
A friend I forever long to have again.
I know what I did was wrong,
Looking back I hadn’t even noticed
I had long lied to myself, and in turn lied to you
Secrets and lies are sin
With them,
All withers.
I continue pondering on what I should do,
Hoping for the day you come back
I was a scared young girl hoping to show her best self,
Not her whole self.
It’s nearly been a year,
But somehow I don’t recognise the person I was
I wish I could show you who I am
Not who I thought I was
For some reason I can’t move on
Maybe because I saw everything I hated in myself,
And suddenly became vastly aware of it through what you said, and didn’t say
You forced me to find myself
I couldn’t pretend everything was okay
I couldn’t lie to myself
I could get help
Help
I didn’t believe it would help,
I hate that I needed to lose you to gain it
I hate how much I love you
It hurts so much that you’re not here
He’s asking me if I want to take the joy,
I wish you were here as I’m sometimes so lost
I want to look to you for guidance
But I guess I need to look to myself sometimes
To be independent
Not dependent upon another
To function on my own
Not function for someone else
To love myself
Not seek others love of myself
I want to thank you,
Hug you,
To cry on your shoulder
You’d be proud of me
I have a long way to go
I don’t know if it’s enough
But I’ll keep going until the day comes I can face you again
And we can be sisters again
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