Sisters are Forever
Irritating to no end
You sing every Disney song
That pops into your head
You act like the preschoolers you teach
I still remember when you were dumb enough
To mix chemicals with bleach
(last year)
You quit everything you ever tried
—Dance, Cheerleading, Guitar, everything
You can never make up your mind
And always ask me to make it up for you
You can’t paint
No matter how hard you try
(And you need to stop tying)
You can’t do anything on your own
(Even if your life depended on it)
You whine more than a child
And half the time I wish you would leave me alone
(Because I can’t stand you)
You love everything I hate
And I hate everything you love
We’re exact opposites
You love things messy and disorganized
I don’t
You love sleeping in ‘til 4 pm
Ad doing nothing all day
And starting yelling matches with everyone
And singing every song you teach your preschoolers
I can’t stand it
And by some tragic mistake
We’re sisters
But by some unlikely chance
We’re best friends
You give me all your books and old clothes
You try to seem smart
And try to help with my homework
Then give up
Whatever you don’t know, I do
And whatever I don’t know, you do
We can share a look
And know exactly what the other is thinking
We reminisce on old childhood TV shows on Netflix
At 3 in the morning
And have random midnight conversations
That make no sense, but all the sense in the world
We talk in Taylor Swift songs
And somehow still keep up with the conversation
The kitchen counter is our homework oasis
Where I drink hot chocolate
And you drink French Vanilla and Cinnamon coffee
And for a brief moment—
We’re friends
Locked in a glare battle that means I love you
Then you start singing again
And I hate you
Forced to be together always
Because “Sisters are forever”
(As Mum always says)
We hated each other
—Our entire childhood
Locked in constant battles
Of yelling and loads of trouble
And you would always tell me
To go “Jump off a step stool”
Or to “back up the load and dump it somewhere else”
But of course our battles never lasted more than a day
And most of our days were filled with laughter
And our childhood memories of
Riding our bikes off a piece wood we found
And put on an empty soda can,
Making up stories about that creepy house in our neighborhood,
And rounding up all the kids in the neighborhood to play
Well they were pretty good memories
And no matter how many times
The Navy restationed Dad
I always had a friend
—A best friend
And we may never speak it verbally
And claim we hate each other for life
But we both know
Those 3 words never need to be spoken
And if you song “Do you want to build a snowman” one more time
They never will
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