it's probably bad to say this,
but my closest siblings aren't related to me.
i've known my brother for ten years,
and my sister for seven.

i've watched them both grow and change,
and i've grown and changed with them.
there's been fights and tears and anger,
but there's been laughter and secrets, too.

there's been distance and clingyness,
time spent together and time spent apart.
but there's two people who know me,
maybe not the best, but for the longest.

and that's pretty much all i have to say.
we're not the same people we were,
but i have a feeling there will always be us.
relationships like this don't die out.

i'll never give up my brother and sister.
even if they aren't blood related.