I'm not sure what to do with this piece of ribbon
from the corsage you gave me
do you know you
sister
you were the only one to ever give me a corsage
and now I have all this shimmering pink ribbon
and a clump of dried sunset roses covered in glitter in the trash can
I thought about lighting it on fire
but I'm not sure if the flames would cleanse my wounds
or burn them
My body can't take anymore burns
You did that well enough yourself didnt you
sister
burned me inside and out with your words and your actions and your lack of words and lack of actions
you always told me you would chase me
if I left
so why wasn't I allowed to chase you
did I stop being important to you?
Is that what happened here?
You don't need me anymore so you cast me aside
like the others
Were you jealous I left and you didn't?
Angry I didn't take you with me?
I hope it's the latter
Because while your anger might hurt
it's your apathy that will kill me.
Please
tell me what I did wrong
why are we broken
and why won't you let me fix it
sister
Sister what am I supposed to do with the pink shining ribbon from the dead orange roses
I guess it's none of your concern anymore
Our friendship is as dead as those two year old roses
should i burn it the way you burned me?
should i throw it in the trash the same way you so carelessly tossed out a decade of friendship?
No
You are the destructive one
sister
Not me
I do not yet know what I will do with this ribbon
but I will use it the same way I use my pain
I will use to it create something beautiful