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Jun 2014
Sharing headphones, secrets, and dreams. It's one of my favorite memories. Remember when we told each other everything? Every thought late at night, all the sounds beneath the bed that gave us a fright. I thought I'd always have you till the end. More than sister, you were my best friend.

Whispers beneath blankets in the back seat. That those days are gone I still cannot believe. You understood her hatred, we were each others' saviors. But now my favorite person is just a distant stranger, and that kills me. I lost you gradually, you faded till you were gone. And all of sudden, I realized I was all alone.

You just didn't come back one day, it was as simple as that to leave. I know why you did it but I hope you still miss me. Cuz I miss you, I always do. When I hear the songs you got me into, when I'm alone and I just wanna be near you. Oh. Why'd you have to go? And leave me all alone.

I hate, oh I hate, that its awkward now between us. She's driven us both away with the petty things she does- but she still pulled us away from each other. Thanks for that, mother. Oh, my sister, my old best friend, I beg of you, come back again. Cuz I need you so. Oh why'd you go? And why'd I do the same? Just about three years later and neither of us is to blame.

Our silent understanding, we could tell what the other was thinking, without even speaking. One look, and we knew. If I had one wish, I'd wish I never lost you. I knew every time you left you'd be back soon, you'd never leave me alone.

Until one day, few months, a couple years, you didn't come home. I was in denial, soon you'd be back, then you'd laugh at me for doubting and give me your brightest smile. Silly child. It was for more than just a little while.

I hate, you should know I hate, that its awkward now between us. She's pushed us away with hate but she still pulled us away from each other. Thanks so much for that, mother. Oh, my sister, my old best friend, I beg of you, come back again. Cuz I, I need you so. Oh why'd you have to go?
This is about my stepsister and how much I miss her.
Madame Eleanor
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Madame Eleanor  IN, United States
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