We share a special thing you and I.
We share a mother.
We used to share a home.
We shared our toys
Our secrets.
But you never shared love.
You're my sister.
You're some of the only blood I have.
And when you say
Those words
"*******"
In my direction
I keep it a descression.
Because I can't believe you'd say those things to your only sister.
You can't lie and say you don't miss her.
You miss what we had to share.
Especially our mother.