Sister

26 years ago I didn’t exist. But you did. You came into this world kicking and screaming, covered in someone else’s blood and I am positive that is how you will go out. Your eyeliner is as sharp as your personality and your sarcasm makes me want to high five you. In the face. With a chair. That’s on fire, the point is when I was born you were one of the first people I saw. My sister by birth, friend by choice you were by my side every step of the way, whether that was actually helping me with my homework or telling me all the wrong answers, it didn’t matter. You took time out of your day to hang out with your kid sister. Who does that? No. Seriously, who? Every one else I know hates their siblings. But you didn’t. You stuck by my side through thick and thin, even when the odds were against us. When I tell people there is a wall around my heart, I neglect to tell them about the tunnel leading to yours. The floor is covered in the flowers that you planted there, the stone Brick replaced with glass. I tell you everything. Every crush I’ve had, every rule I’ve broken, every secret my lips have tried to conceal has all been released into the air for your ears and yours alone. Thank you for not sharing them.