Two sisters—just a year apart.
The elder, quiet, shy, a soul kept hidden behind gentle eyes.
The younger, a spark—charming, graceful, the kind who turned heads and lit up rooms.
Both brilliant in their own way,
But only one was seen.

At every gathering,
The younger shone.
She smiled, she laughed,
And one day, he saw her.
And he fell in love.
By a twist of fate,
She loved him too.

But the elder—she had already begun to feel something…
Not knowing love had already bloomed between them.
When she found out,
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t cry
She stepped back.

She told the truth to the family.
She made her sister choose—
To let go.
And so, the younger moved on.
The boy drifted away.
Life went forward.

But somewhere,
The elder stopped.

Now, the world paints her a villain.
But tell me—who truly made her one?

She bore no hate.
Only heartbreak.
No one was wrong,
But she lost the most.

Because she believed—she was never enough.
With her curved back, her round face, her skin not fair…
She dared to dream, once.
And paid the price.

She tried to change everything—
Her voice, her body, her smile—
All to be someone the world might finally choose.

But in the process,
She lost herself.
The girl who once found comfort in her own skin
Is now just tired.

Tired of trying.
Tired of proving.
Tired of being second.

She’s giving up.
And now,
Love?
Oh God…
Does it even exist anymore?

The woman he saw from his childhood often,
He pondered—
She is not even fair and beauty—
When did his heart become so fragile and soften?

Was it her silence, deep as the ocean,
Or the way she was unbothered
By what the world might think of her life and motion?

When did I start to observe her so?
I should condemn my heart before it goes too far.
I’ve witnessed every phase she’s been through,
Watched the life she walked, in joy and scar.

Some claim that love means sharing the good and bad,
But it’s hard when I think of pulling her into my worst and sad.
I’d be glad if she got a life much better—
But I fear, what if I’m wrong and regret it later?

Enough—this inner battle must now settle.
I’ve decided to take her hand in mine
And get over this heart’s restless saddle.

I went to her
And whispered in a gentle manner,
"I wish for your heart—
Give me a chance to heal your broken part."

Blushing a little,
She answered:
"You really took your time a lot.
Don’t you think you deserve a penance
For all the days we spent apart?"

I cracked a laugh
To ease my nerves—
She really doesn’t know
How fast my heart beats.
It’s a mysteria, I don’t deserve.

She chirped,
"I have a request to tell—
Please hear me once, and hear me well."
I replied,
"I am yours, as you are mine.
Don’t hesitate—just tell your mind."

She continued:
"I want to make memories with you—by
Walking down a narrow aisle,
Getting married before the ones
Who gave us birth—and the One who sent us here.
Not just making pictures with those
Who can’t decide whether to forget or forgive,
Or those who never learned ----------
---- How to live or let live.

I want to leave an impression of each moment in this world,
With you—walking along.
I never cared who doesn't get along.
I don’t want castles or money bills—
Let’s live the rest of our lives in a little cottage down the valley and hills,
With nature and our pet Dolly—
Simple feasts now and then with friends.
And I’ll be so happy.

I know you have many dreams to pursue—
I’ll support them, even if it costs a few.
I know it’s hard for you to open up sometimes,
But I’ll be there—for all your climbs."

I was astonished by her speech—
She looked puzzled, unsure how I’d react.
So, I gave her a peck on the forehead,
To let her know—
She’s not getting away from me.
Never ever.

Now I know why it happened to my heart...
Indeed, she is not fair and beauty.
She is beyond that—
She is my beautiful fairy.

She is bright and happy,
Lighting up the room-
Living like she’s caught in a reverie,
Navigating the twists of life
As though it was easy.
Enrapturing everyone with her flawlessness.

But she covers her sorrows with that cheer
Hiding the struggle, the quiet pain.  
Her clandestine ways fooling everyone.

Nobody notices,
The way she cries herself to sleep.
The way she can’t look in the mirror.
The way she exists in a world of darkness-
An inescapable shadow on her life.

She glows.
She breaks.
She laughs.
She cries.

I am her.
And she is me.

The puppet said to the sun,
“Never shine upon me.”
And then it said to the clouds,
“Do not hide me from the light.”
And then it gnashed its teeth at the sky, saying,
“I never asked to be seen
I never asked to be hidden
I only asked to be free.”

I break down the blue
I saw pieces of you
and thats where i knew
why i don’t have a clue

I saw melancholy in your cry
How can i even try
To wipe the tears
In your eye

I heard your sigh
But never your complain
You’re a tough guy
But you’re such a lame

Let this poem be a joke
Filled with mischief and racoons
Giggles in the dark
Catching their breath like twin butterflies
Under the moon

As I lean my head on your shoulder
And whisper silly wisdoms
Into your ear
I almost believe myself
To be capable of
Something like nonchalance
But I never am.

Serenity is a wave reaching shore
In the moments I accept
That you are a secret
I will never solve completely
And that is alright.

With sea-sand between my teeth
I mumble your name
And lay it in the waves
Latch it onto water-drops
For another one to taste.

Mine is
Peace once again

Why? you ask,
Why do you hide?
For protection-
because it’s safer,
than being seen.

If all I must do is lie,
wear a snarling mask,
bare sharp teeth
so they don’t hurt me,
I will.

I’ve learned to walk
like I belong with the pack,
echo their growls,
So they
keep their distance.

I pretend to be the ones I’ve feared,
I hunt and harm,
not because I want to,
but to hide
among the wolves of the world.

But still-
to lie for protection
does not make me good,
So, really,
I am no better than a wolf
in sheep’s clothing.